That isn't right. Something isn't right here

Halt the world, stop the session.

Something's not right.

The slow-sliding struggle becomes a fight

A wall, a wail, and we all fall down in the night.

That isn't right. The bass shouldn't sound

that low, resound in the deep,

the dark shouldn't creep in so close.

Too low, too loud, such a fearful

sound that is more feeling than sound.

That isn't right. We shouldn't fight

to hold up our own banners, bear

our own burdens, look on these faces

and solitary places without love

that longs to fill the shattered spaces.

That isn't right. This day shouldn't pass

without something to redeem

those seven year's labor. All the loss,

the painful cost, the price she paid

to bring us home again. Why won't we

remember? Rise up, o bones, redeem

the wrong and set things right.

Death, defy the dying dream

Bones, become again a living being.