Patience

It's like a conversation

Where no one stops to breathe

Is it my imagination

Or did God already leave the table?

Such destruction

And pure white castles in the sand

No time for introduction

With all that money changing hands

And the satellite says

"Take a look at all we have"

But the old man says

"You want my family

For your liberty

I can't do that"

Look into the eyes of any patient man

Whether they be amber, green or blue

There's a piece of God

Staring back at you

But they see our children

And the old folk fend for themselves

They see our broken women

On imaginary shelves

But the satellites says

"Won't you people look at all we have

Don't you want it?

Can't you see the things that you lack?"

Children in his arms

He turns his back