Texty: Anacrusis. Brotherhood.

For all of our wandering
We've still so far to go
For all of our questioning
We've still the need to know

Are we still the frightened child?
Are we still the angered youth
Or are we old before our time?
Are we getting any closer to the truth?

We're force fed reasoning
Yet, still can make no sense
The mind misses the point
Blind in its arrogance

Should we build a better way
With whatever we can find?
If in turn it means we lose ourselves
Should we force a common mind?

We're weaned on empathy
To satisfy our doubt
While attempts at unity
Have scattered us about

Should we invent a common bond
Through means misunderstood
Or are we simply widening the gaps?
Should we force a brotherhood?