Mud

With the sunlight through the clouds,
The night left,
The sight slept,
Until dark came,
Nobody left to blame,
For the absence of bliss,
And soul in the sky,
Ready to die,
Playing on top of the mountain,
Saying the words from a fountain,
The wisdom of the immortals,
Stay where you stand my friend,
Play in the sand my friend,
Keep the worries at bay,
And learn how to say,
Thank you for the waves,
Banking on sorrow,
That bring us out from the mud,
Fill us with the life of the stars,
People of the sunlight,
Unite, in dream,
Make it seem to matter,
Before we serve the world on a silver platter,
To those who praise greed,
We don't need,
Any who divide the flow,
Or take away what we sow,
Tying us to the ground,
Let us feel that sacred sound,
In the house of our soul,
Walking with it through the day,
Helping to take away,
Some of the destruction,
And help the reconstruction,
Of a new day,
For those who dream of it,
A new way,
For those who sing about it,
We can make it from clay,
Formed from the ancient stones of tomorrow,
Brought to the present,
By the river of yesterday.