We Roar
Upon the Hill

We implore
Upon the floor

Scream and Shout
Stomp our feet

Beat our chest
March in the street

Crumbled pieces of Concrete
Until our are bodies numb

Hear Us
See Us
Feel Us

Change Change Change

Like High Tide
Roars upon the shores

The waters recede
Once more

Gently Back to sea

The sand and seashells
Rearranged

In the end
NOTHING CHANGED