A New Age

Conflict is out on the desolate street.
Playing useless tracks on eternal repeat.
They bang on our doors to give us personal cancer.
But I'd rather shut them out and give them no answer.

We crossed the sea of emptiness.
Overshot our own readiness.
Placed hope in the hands of time.
As we left all the bad far, far behind.

So I look back toward the ocean.
And begin setting my plan into motion.
We're new people in a fresh new age.
We're ex-slaves breaking out of our cage.

We aim to make true our dreams of fiction.
But nevermore for that absolute contradiction.
In this new age, only good comes from a new day.
Cuffing hands, fulfilling kisses, taking stress away.

Some things you don't forget.
Sometimes we wallow in regret.
But when we embrace, your heart is set free.
Tomorrow is another day that we will see.

Together we are, again, one and the same.
I'll no longer black my once honest name.
And I'll be able to sleep at night.
As tomorrow we fight the good fight.

We'll rebuild this building, this old home.
We'll make things right in steady metronome.
I'm sick of wishing; so I make it true.
I wished upon a new age for me and you.

In this age we'll be happy once again.
And we'll forgive each other of old sin.
We'll hold our hands in remembrance of this.
And soak in the comfort of every last kiss.