Tenuous strands holding it all together   Gravity will have no hand at this one   Salvaged by the provocation of words so concise   The cynics will face the grandeur of truth   This time it's different   This time there's something real   The winds invoke a mass ensemble for resolve   Frustrated hands clasping for purpose, truth   Met with an assuring grip   This vacant past is all too apparent   So much has been spoken   But one thing is left unsaid   How did it ever get this far?   Tomorrow brings another question to be forgotten   Only your own acts can benefit you   It's been done right...for once