Symbols of the world.
Beacons in the snow.
Carved from great oak.
Every seed we built out of clay,
to build a clay man to burn.
The story isn\'t over, it can\'t be.
We are bridging the gap between
two realities. The silence of others.
The world is on the edge of a brink.
Tomorrows so close to the age of technology; it shakes.
Half of me smiles, the other hides a frown.
There are those who say \"Never!\".
They gave up at the slightest hint of danger.
It\'s never too late. To turn the page.