SAMUEL
I was afraid to begin
How much nerve would it take
To convert our passion to action?
Samuel, stand up for what you believe
Act like someone from your dreams
Not who you appear to be
A man who longs for direction
But doesn’t know how to lead
I wasn't trying to move any mountains
Or to wave and part the ocean
I write as a way for my brain to break
The Laws of Motion
And here we are
We've flown to the moon for the Sun
Twice already, and again
When the next big article starts to run
“Samuel, Samuel, is it true?”
“I would like to know how it ends
Tell me how it ends”
Now look at the skyline
Each word we write sets a brick
And we're building a Tower of Babel
Margaret, are you with the moon at the top?
Would you cast us from the sky
If you found out this was a lie?