I have pushed the thread 
through
I am ready to heal our wounds
Numb pain 
but calm heart 
though I am shaken by the burden.
The cracks and wounds in my own heart
have grown crooked
Its wisdom is scattered enough now.
I have hardened.
But I do not complain, nor will I ever..
You see...
I have this thread
And together with its needle
I can teach. 
I can teach the art of helping

What will it take before you will listen

 The hearing of man is weakened,
These times of wonderful deceit,
will now tramp on whats left of your Garden.

For it is with your actions they come---
your order was the Beginning of it all.

Our houses and our museums are no longer part of history.
They are mere pieces of an unfulfilled masterworks.
See you not, Man?

Time is here again. 
Time is here to act.
Like I talked and talked to you. 
With a thousand tongues.

Now I see Fear.

Because with Time

Fear follows.

Will you now listen as you have not listened before.
I speak not of fear of fear, my brothers. 
I speak of fear as you know it.

Time will end our Silence, here we are standing,
up to our knees in Future.
Fear will complete it.
Our own fear will end it

all