Sonnet 3 (song)

7.5. 2015 T'is the harvest of the slow aftermath and of hindsight, as when in constant flow we find new ways and progress, slowly though 't seems easi'r now to map a common path The seeds of anger first we rightly sow'd Saw them grow like black clouds t'wards bluish sky Ears did hark, yet minds slept and so did I Also blue, then reapt that which the twins ow'd (And so did war commence, thus we did fight) For country, yes, but most for freedom, love And void of conflict, better yet of faults That we all bear within our safest vaults As here below, so we find up above Then progress comes when we find what is true: The fact that you are me, and I am you