You will not see, 

but you will know 

when its time arrives.

Time is merely the anticipator

it cannot heal. 

Only our dirty hands

Together we will

Together we be

Together we see

Right into the lion’s moldy grim

we’ll CRACK one by one

This fist is made for shouting

If one day

a day is a day

a morning is good

I might not be there

but its shine will always be with me

cause We the Sun.