The New is Old

Millennia from now
We will be less than a speck
Upon the horizon
Dust and ruins
Barely memories
Better to be forgotten
But what is anything
We repeat the same cycle
We create what has already been
Created
This life of ours
Misbegotten
To tear our piece
Of legacy
From the jaws
Of destiny
There is nothing we do
That isn't dust
Nothing we try
That isn't lost
In the mists of time
Its all gone
Sooner or later
The new is old

FIRE OVER EGYPT

They remember the greatness
They are an ancient people
Along River Nile a great empire
But in modernity
Living in captivity
Under a dictator’s power
They will rise
For they must
Throw off the chains
Of a single leader’s lust
To have complete control
Egypt will rise
They will overcome
They will be whole
Awakened
By the air of revolution
Discontented
With the glacial progress
And promised evolution
Egypt will rise
The people are one
The people are one
And this uprising
Is evidence
Of ascension
Of the highest goals
To be free
Egypt will rise
The revolution
Is begun