Children rest their faith in family;
To hold their trust in words so bold;
Show the path of life beneath us;
A shelter safe from wind and cold.

But age becomes the predator
A war between what is and was,
No kindness, fear, or place to bind us
A history unkind to fatal flaws;

The power of the word is love
The power of the word is joy
The power of the word is hate
The power of the word is lies
The power of the word is truth
And spur our spirit’s endless flight

The family man seeks hope and dreams
A legacy for future bright
Of better days and fields of schemes
And fortitude to see things right

Past and present blur together
Days fall like soldiers off to battle
What once was then is soon forgotten
A history unkind to banter

The power of the deed is now
The power of the deed is action
The power of the deed was then
The power of the deed is sloth
The power of the deed is truth
It spurs our physical delight

Society’s a loose connection
Between the mob and our recollection
The truth of moment’s single vision
A recipe for our protection

The slippery slope of man’s insight
Collective conscious of vagueness hence
Pull future strings of our intention
A history shattered in our defense

The power of the thought is how
The power of the thought is who
The power of the thought laid low
The power of the thought not told
The power of the thought is truth
To spur our mental model’s height

We do not sing, in choir song,
We do not grow, just with the flow,
We do not stand, but in a row
We laugh and belch and fart and cry
We pat ourselves until we die
To spur our innovative might

The power of truth is in the words
The power of truth is acts and deeds
The power of truth is pure of thought
The power of truth is found and lost
The power of truth is you and me
Amid ten billion voices

— Kevin Feenan