Brand new fires, electric wires. We are all part of fate, we can all find a date. We work together for more, get uneasy when we are bored. Working for a better future, trying to protect ourselves from the looters. Trying to avoid the rage, instead just turning the page. Moving forward in time, Trying to improve our mind. Seems like others stand still, Seems like some are just shills. We can gain the power, We can have our hour, A place to spread peace, to create a way to connect and meet. We can’t go back in time, but we can start earning our dime. We can begin to mend, Stick to our morals and not bend. We can see that yesterday, Can still teach us anyway. We can be better, just by writing a letter.