Collective Soul

Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on

I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why,

Are we listening?
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see?
Love that's gathering?

All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one, into one