If you don’t come to me how will I show you what I have become?
What a lump of coal can be made into, over time, weight and fire.
Break down your wobbling walls,
Build ladders with those bricks.
Climb atop their towers,
And see through their tricks.
A bondage they have become to your becoming.
If you don’t come to me how will I show you what you have become?
Side by side with me, in your own brimstone and fire, morphed into light.
Let us take over their towers,
Hang gardens from the skies.
Find new ways to teach and learn,
To mend bridges without a fight.