Voices shatter the glass
Beautiful, mild and crass
Mediums delivering hearts
Laying their lives out in parts

The city echoes from pain
The city shudders from joy
The village is wasted by death
The village is blowing away
And to all those who know
The knowing scatters the mass
And to each one who knows
The knowing shatters the glass

Knowledge and action are destroyed
Swallowed up into a void
At last it comes to me
To admit that I can see

The city is wasted by death
The city is blowing away
The village has been rebuilt
The village is flowing with life
And to all those who know
The knowing gathers the mass
And to each who knows
The knowing rebuilds the glass

Knowledge and action are remade
Taken into heaven’s gate
At last it comes to me
To admit that I could see