Genuine
Day will come
When the wind

Decides to run
And shakes the stairs
That stab the wall

And turns the page
In a future age


Some trees will bend
And some will fall
But then again

So will us all
Lets turn our prayers
Into outrageous dares

And mark our page
In a future age


High above
The sea of cars
And barking dogs

In fenced-in yards