Here among the streets;   static noise of moving lines,   isolated, locked in time      Along the crowded streets;   faces unknown, pass me by   Filtered signals in the noise   reveal what paper masks disguise      Some have all and some have nothing   Some find themselves losing everything   Some are lost and never found      Some will lead and some will follow   Some only answer to themselves   Some need truth, some need lies      Some will create, some destroy   Some will be healed, some will be torn apart   though few will ever know why      Some will be loved and some alone   Some will hold on to what some let go;   the hurt that makes them feel alive,   events by which they are defined      Some accept and some deny   Some would believe but still doubt everything   Some will live and some will die   fighting over reasons why      Every voice part of the sound   The noise that doesn't cease   Signals resonate in time   Over again, the waters rise and then subside   sending waves around the world   Still waters   Open skies