Of words, will, and power Our generations But beware the light of this world, 'tis war These seasons of conflict which we resolve within our Minds and with each other Blend, as seasons do as from winter to spring Words will empower, your reasoning But beware the light of this world, 'tis war As an artist of the temperate Words are hesitantly sketched before me In the preparation of foundation and structure Our words will empower, our reasoning But beware the light of this world, 'tis war A lone language is scattered and splashed Indiscriminate like paint in the hands of a child And with the seasons, as they pa** me by I blend over myself, over bodies and minds