The Rising

Shining lights & bright chandeliers
The smell of spice from chinatown
Beneath the surface, upon my hand
Tingling nerves barely hold ground
My hips are swaying, I fall down

The water rushes o'er my face
I cough it out with shell & sand
Open my eyes to blazing sun
Dead or alive or in some fairy land
I know not, I'm without fear

We, the kids of yesterday, built of stardust
A flicker in the ocean of stars
Shine up! Rise ye'all
Pick up the slack and grab your oars
There's more to life that you thought