Evolution

There is a beauty in the distant sound of a weeping man
There's wonder in your child's eyes, or maybe your future child's eyes
And many things you may remember that you had, that you lost
That you let slip through your fingers, so cherish them all

You are the poor, the refugee, the bloody victim
You are the power, the winner and the fighter
Breathe in, you're lucky to

Be the beauty, the memory, the past
The past, the present and the future, be infinite
Do something, say something, believe in something
But most of all, know you can change things
Yes, you
What are you waiting for?
Do not be fearful of evolution, the time is now!