I am the black, I am the white
I am the day, I am the night
I am the lye, I am the truth
I am so old yet still that youth
I am the river that runs beneath
The bridge to somewhere, make believe
I am the stone that has been cast
I am the flag on the lost ship’s mast
I am the lion that roars each morning
I am the sun when day is dawning
I am the moon in the evening
I am the goose, always leaving
I am the rain that drizzles down
I am the drought that ruined this town
I am the leader of the pack
I am the follower at the back
I am the poppy in my field
Of hopes and dreams that’ll yield
Together our world torn apart
By earthquakes and torrents that have spat
