The battlestorm rages outside my window
I do not aim to let it in though
It shatters the windows and shakes down the hall
Like I’m running in a free for all
And is it just ego, this creation I’ve made
Not for the saving but salvation be saved
From the minute and limited form
What does it take to keep the world warm
And are we all just spiraling in our creation
I get up from the wound in my education
To stand up tall just as I am
And the man says that there is no plan