The Coming Rush

Listen I think I hear
 The voice of you
 Reaching out so pure
 So true
 From another time
 Another wind
 Gone away
 Beginning to end
 Lay down your broken soul source
 Pick up and carry on about the course
 I hear there is a place
 Where we can rest
 Alone
 I can detest
 The meaning of us
 And a lot of other fuss
 Of the meaning of lust
 For I know we can trust
 The limited and equal equalization of the law before us
 When we live and die for the coming rush
 Lay down your broken soul source
 Pick up and carry on about the course