The universe has no idea how powerful its inhabitants are.
With will given, they are free to live on their own.
What privilege has this earth given us?
We step on its lands and call ourselves human.
With will given, they are free to live on their own.
The earth shows off its joy; the sky is blue.
We step on its lands and call ourselves human.
But, at the peak of its cruelty, where do we stand?
The earth shows off its joy; the sky is blue.
Here I am—hiding in a room of storms.
At the peak of its cruelty, where do we stand?
The strength of loneliness is here.
Here I am—hiding in a room of storms.
I have so much power in my hands.
The strength of loneliness is here.
It is the privilege the earth has given me.
I have so much power in my hands;
This, one of the many letters no one gets to read.
It is the privilege the earth has given me:
One pull. The storm stops, the sky disappears.
