The quest is becoming a question
Answers are far out of reach
Caught in the rolling momentum
Watching the falling regime
Looking for calm but bewildered
Blueprints are ripped out and burned
Starting anew from the ashes
Hoping that lessons are learned

And chains
Chains will be broken

The photographs tell me it happened
But I don't remember a thing
Conditions that brought revolution
The clatter of metal on streets
You don't live here you survive this
It all comes apart at the seams
Mounting dis-articulation
Conditions increasingly weak

And chains
Chains will be broken

Setting the earthquakes in motion
There's no turning back alter this
Whatever has happened stays happened
It's the future I want to rephrase
I'm grateful tor time I've been given
Aware of the choices to make
The footprints I've left will be covered
By footsteps that I've yet to take

And chains
Chains will be broken