Wings

Indigo three point oh
The lamppost flickers on
When the light begins to fade
The time will call us home
We hone in on our extra senses
Watching for the signs
Puzzle piece
We dance on streets
All roads lead to Rome
Zoning rights begin to fight
For territorial design
We ignore the signs
And treat the symptoms
Blind lead the blind
Power holds the wealthy hand
And soldiers march in alone
The weary back
Begins to crack
And the powerful call it weak
We weep on knees
Nothing left to bleed
Yet somehow still believe
Faith writes within the margin
What most may never see
Her private thoughts
Are wrought like iron
Truth most cannot believe