Me, I wait with diamonds, scratching lines into the sky.
Down, down, down, down, and then one across
One for every hour that waiting has cost.
Waiting in lines, praying for movement,
Praying for a movement, temporary resolution
Are we still, are we silent?
Are we quiet, defiant?
I see our hourglass, and it is mine
Time is not on our side, I'm running out of time
Jokes pile up in boxes on my table
The tales of our defeat stack up like fables
Lost, losing, choosing not to fight
Will we stand up, will we do what is right?
And then; what is? What is our salvation?
Will it come like rain, soothing our nation
or will it come like a wrecking ball
and leave us broken just like we were
so we can pick up our photographs, marked 2031?
But when the stars align, and fossil fuels fail
Will we perservere, or die leaving a trail