We Are the Reckoning - Peter Katz

We are the meant to be, the sum of all that we’ve tried

A tattered history but one with nothing to hide

And our reality, stubbornly, will not be denied

We are the enemies of the empty passing of time

And all the energy that stays locked up inside

We are the reckoning, reminding what it means to be alive

Tell me what you seek out

We’ll fumble in the dark and find it

And clumsily now

We’ll get to where we get

And through our broken steps, we’ll make it

We are the broken ones, we’ll take the stones that they throw

And build a monument, so everybody will know

We cannot be undone, we will become, the lights along the road

Tell me what you seek out

We’ll fumble in the dark and find it

And clumsily now

We’ll get to where we get

And through our broken steps, we’ll make it

We will make it

We are the reckoning reminding what it means to be alive

We are the meant to be, the sum of all that we have ever tried

We are the reckoning reminding what it means to be alive

Tell me what you seek out

We’ll fumble in the dark and find it

And clumsily now

We’ll get to where we get

And through our broken steps, we’ll make it

We will make it