A Time For Seeing

There is a time for our seeing In our worthwhile to remember Every inside of our being Like those footsteps in red-ember Clearly not for everyone Are the times to become real? Letting our bygones be bygone In the ways we lose and feel Swinging times to do and say What is turning here out to be? In its clutched on to and play For everything that we can't see Hit the ground and be dead Is the way to go here around? Someone else lies there instead Giving of his own state and mound There are rifles to get fired When the banks have their carnival And the poor ones aren't desired They´ll take their stand and fall Let me though know if still's hope To come our way and give aloft And can we hold on to that robe Though it might be from love soft