What if our yesterdays never became;
Darkness slipped in and stole our voice?
What if the world became always the same;
Never tomorrow, never our choice?
Take breath from body and hope from light.
Take belief from emotion and motion from flight.
When we hang the skies and give words to the wind
How will we know that it's time to begin?

What if the seas filled full with blood?
How would we wash the stains from our hands?
Rain upon skin and the world's great floods
Stealing the bread from the last of our lands.
Take be from existing and shape from form.
Take the flame from the fire and force from the storm.
When we lose the moon and release the sun
How will we know what we have begun?

What if the green which flowed through the leaf
Stopped in our veins and froze in our hearts?
The sound of life stilled in our disbelief;
Silence in pain as our new world starts.
Take guilt from conscience and rhythm from song.
Take naivete from innocence and reason from wrong.
When we stumble in darkness and nature falls dumb,
How will we know what we have become?

What if she judges and what if she knows
How we have robbed her and what we've destroyed?
Time is her ally; its tide overflows
Washing the pestilence into the void.
Take grief from destruction and sorrow from pain.
Take the balance from weighing and renewal from rain.
When the piper is paid at the end of the song,
How will we know where our world has gone?