And when we first came here, We were cold and we were clear, With no colours on our skin, ‘Till you let the spectrum in. Say my name, And every colour illuminates, We are shining, And we’ll never be afraid again.
What if you knew that I could put my hand over your mouth and make you feel god’s pain?
What if you could hear him cry?
What if I told you that I could end your life at this very moment?
Would you be afraid of me?
Would you trust me more?
What if you could see Kampuchea as it was thirty years ago?
What if you could see the Tigris and the Euphrates, untouched by man as they once were?
What if I told you that I could show you?