Are we a species in transition
And could we get the early edition 
To catch what is in the air
Tomorrow before it’s there 

Because we’re all sinking
But we’re all rising 
The rapid pace
Of change we’re finding

Has us in its furrowed grasp
And it’s all I can do to ask 
What is my place right now
Is there something to allow

And to hold 
In arms of love
I’m waiting on 
The white dove

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