The power lines are singing.
An electric sigh for the technological age..
All day and night the lights are glowing,
...
Nuts and bolts,
Nuts and bolts,
oh, the grind of these nuts and bolts,
The rusted parts that conjoin my faults.
...
The ghosts in the windows,
watching the birds flying by.
You in the garden,
...
A mere dropp of rain falling towards an ocean a world it's size.
How lonely it falls,
unknowing of the worth in it's weight.
Watching it's peers glisten big and proud.
...