I'd reconciled my anger got outside of danger.
I was waiting for some signal, a sign from angels.
it's a strange sensation, a revelation of imagination.
When the tide turns against you
I could change my course and face the flow,
reap the seeds that I had sewn or follow that old river south.
Here's what I found out. Trying to find my truth, define it for myself.
I was standing on the Great Divide looking out across America.
I died the day when I saw this place. A very simple mechanism separates the fool from wisdom.
I saw what I could lose.
The lines between us are not real.
And apathy will feed our hate.
Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant.
So we can never give in.
There I was standing at the Great Divide, looking for the truth in America.
I found the thing I was looking for. For all that time I searched, when I closed my eyes,
I had it all the time.
Is there hope for America?