Friends, let us wake with disbelief bare our souls, tell our stories, lose our eyes, become vagrants of the Sea. Let us seek the heat of the kernel that feeds in the dark and step aside of men whose twisted lips pretend to lead, but are not real in their pursuit of war. We've already seen years of massacre, hydrogen light the night, children with ruined eyes, tortured by what no one should ever see. Let us leave our security, open our memory, bring flowers from the storm, write letters that become sanctuaries, so that we ourselves may become sanctuaries. Friends, a dream runs up to me smiling. I call on you to see in the dark, to finish the song inside you. .