Face of the Earth; blemished because.
All these spots and scars, and tears upon the crust.
With us all amounting to little more than makeup.
I’m a freckle for the summer, a sore from the winter,
A scratch down the skin and the scar from a splinter,
and the seasons bear down as I turn,
360 degrees a year,
into the person I thought, the person I think I can be.
We don’t pity a canyon for what pulled it apart, but single it out a wonder.
Sending bikes flying over,
as plates are moving under
Just to prove we’re stronger, I guess.
The Human Race:
The masters of this place,
The features of this face.
And continental drift a rift between families of stone,
stern Romeo and Juliet,
Fragments of broken homes.
and stagnant waves look past us
as we dig these sea for oil,
reap the ground of soil,
Creating cosmetics with the ash we leave behind.
All hoping not to be blown away without leaving a mark.
So scar this face, these wrists bleeding water,
hold oursleves up, as bones stuck with mortar,
we’ll all go the same, the Son and the Daughter,
We’ll go away as we lived.
And we can’t pull these canyons back together,
But the Earth can take the weight,
The weight upon your shoulders as you set it down,
A blemish, or a smile,
set upon the face.