The sweetest wave, the genocide of hopes, we

fall, for our truths are no longer truths, there is no reasoning only facts

we do not answer for them not from confusion but from fear

with each day brings a new; the rise and fall on the horizon the waking of nature

with each year brings a new; the rise and fall of our leaders, we ask no questions, we have no answers

for each generation brings a new,

new what… the black the white sweeps us all

the sweetest wave, for now there is nothing.