Over the world we look

How much this view hides

We see nothing of the little things

The things that make this world great

From here we see only that which is grand

So very few marks left from man

Our visions as we near

Grow ever more increasingly clear

The cities they have made

The hope for a future

Even closer we go

The point where we are almost there

From this point all that we see is the people

They run in patterns unknown

To destinations unseen

To what ends do we justify the means

As we step inside

We find the secrets they try to hide

The loves lost

The tears that feel

The lies that bind the soul

Now we retreat to a place far removed

To contemplate that which we have seen

Now armed with understanding

How wrong we were before

To sit in judgment

From high upon the wings of silence

Dave 4\17\97