Mindful کے بول

I have many questions for you My mouth is so full I cannot choose Are you listening, are you listening My friends are hurting they are hurting It’s not black or white but in between Colors of a storm are most fitting Is there an answer in the silence Are we asking the wrong questions How ignorant man to simply think We can’t control a storm with pen and ink But if I could for you I would write To make the darkest parts give us life Have we given orders to the morning Or shown the dawn its place to be Can we bind the chains of pleiades? Or command the sea, command the sea Who are we that you are mindful of us Who are we that you are mindful of us Is this the part we just have to try and trust