Passengers

The windows stand like mournful eyes
Huddled dreams and eager lies
Reflected early glories gold
A million fragments of lives untold
By screen they access endless worlds
Memes and contradictions unfurled
Clinging to some flickering hope
On digital rafts that barely cope.

Passengers never rely
On faded memories to fly
Unaided in a clear blue sky
Come tripping by and by

The martyrs rainbow bold are clapped
In poverty the nurses trapped
Their blue and whites are scrubs of shame
Hems belonging to a different name
Mothers hold infants swaddled in fear
Swing parks empty no laughter or cheer
Like fireflies in bottles our lives all trapped
With the road to nowhere carefully mapped.

Passengers never rely
On faded memories to fly
Unaided in a clear blue sky
Come tripping by and byChorus

Is there a time for us?
Is there a place for us?
Will we be free to dance again
Is there a time for us?
Is there a place for us?
Will we be free to dance again
Oh to dance again

They rush from cities of steel and grey
From boxes that once made sense of their day
A mirage of wealth and illusions of life
For the country they flee from abstractions of strife
No longer the distanced, the haughty the proud
They long in their prisons for the roar of the crowd
The hope for belonging in a place to share
Of coming together in a welcoming prayer

Passengers never rely
On faded memories to fly
Unaided in a clear blue sky
Come tripping by and by