Empire (Noyabr’)

This is the swiftly tilting planet
Where perfect vision may not offer the correct point of view
A place where right angles may not produce the correct geometry

A discerning eye is better than a critical mind

We are quiet like bids
With swiftly tilting minds
And wings that are made of humility

We are quiet like birds
With secrets like butterflies
And we can only fly if we use our wings

Bridges are built to get us from where we are to where we are going
In order for them to be built in a decent fashion
We need to believe in where we are
In where we came from, and where we are going

By far, a humble heart beats a full stomach

Our Lives are bridges
We all build bridges

How big is a rainbow?
How big is a smile?
& can you tell me which weighs more?
Are you scared of what's in your head, or the world outside of it?

We can all fly if we'd just believe