From Chaos

We all try to find Something that we can lean on Cracks in the wall Poking holes in your time bomb We all fall apart We all make amends It's the cracks that we lean on Take a chance Giving in to the sound The floor's made of drywall And the walls are of sand And the sand from the ocean Are the waves brought to land And the floor's made of drywall And the walls are of sand And the sand from the ocean Are the waves Brought to land Dust to man And man to dust Made of each And earth made new Made slow When waking, already worn Does man give in? When waking to wear again Does man grow tired Or does man Begin Stepping out and Breathing in Press on Press onward into dawn Press on Press on Press on