History is just beginning
It’s like leaves creating a canopy
And, woven in the tapestry, my testimony
A ceremony of souls, a symphony of sounds of sounds and forms
A cacophony – I’ll keep that energy
I’ll keep that energy flowing through the whole range of me
So you can focus on the rage in me
And my obituary?
Well, I’m re-writing it every second, every century
Well, I’m re-writing it
History is just beginning
