Ghost Trio - Therapy?

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