| There's no more vibrant a red than in nature. A symphony for a reflection of the life within. And what do we do with it But create and destroy? Hurry, hurry, the dark is coming, And you left so much to be done. We destroy by creating Acts of convenience, acts of selfishness. Pay no heed to that red color, It is, And it happens- All the time. Have we made our point? You, I, We are powerful. Hurry, Hurry, the dark is coming And you left so much to be done. But isn't that why we created? There is no dark, there is no end- Just turn on a light. |