Come Passion

I'm one with the family
 Of dogs who look with eager eyes each day.
 They shake with great excitement that the door frame of their cage
 May bring to them freedom through play,
 And I wonder why
 There are people taking every action like it wields such a great weight,
 As if by some strange order our nature's our enemy;
 Dogs grown to monkeys and monkeys to man,
 Dogs with hands and and overused conscience.
 For every day I see a new door open,
 An invitation to a brand new stage,
 And every night I see a haze of starlight,
 The same that watched over my grandfather's dreams.
 And each new law built up from dust
 Has only meaning in this microscopic world
 Of black and white bacteria.
 Wonder, Compassion,
 Concepts arising on a speck of soil
 In the desert of space.
 So why don't you sing me a song about your latest heartbreak,
 Dance to the rhythm of the raindrops on your office building,
 Stay up late just to finish that song,
 Just to prove to yourself that your heart can do anything.
 You're a human being so go and be,
 Our whole life a spectacle to see,
 So every time you choose to breathe,
 This feeling was made for you and me.
 I'm one with the family
 Of every child that ever was or ever will be.