Crocked Timbers
Paradox, just below our surface
Believe strongly of freedom, yet we hold slaves
Contradiction, deep inside our essence
We love one, and long for another
We are light and dark inside, each one of us
We rail against inequity, yet we oppress those we love
The more we dig for understanding and light from our spirit, the more our darkness appears in our souls
These opposites exist everywhere, out in the universe chaos explodes with immeasurable beauty
We’re built on a foundation of imperfection, shored up with firm crocked timbers
Still… we go forward, mere mortals. Hoping our children’s children will free the shackles of slavery from inside their souls that we handed down
Because today, still outstretched hearts and minds towards an ideal, we bend the arc of the moral universe towards justice