Rising Storm The Tool
1.Strophe
Meanings differ
Built up on sand
Liquid holds it together
Doubtful and for what it stands
A knife could free you when chained with rope
The hand could fondle the precious skin
Might and Power could keep the peace
It's up to us
2.Strophe
Appropriate handling
Is expected of tools
Though the balance of action
Is distracted by fools
A knife could kill in a blink of eyes
The hand could form into a fist and fight
Might and Power could destroy the weak
Pick up your tool !
Over time, without an end - new pieces rise form shapeless hands
Refrain
The forge of mind creates the meaning of tools
For what you see is what you believe
Perception changes but the heart must stay true
Pick it up and choose
Interlude
What could you imagine?
What could you imagine it for?
