To Salt

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Here at the bottom of the pile we lay,
With nothing but words, at the end of the day.
Words we say to ourselves with pride.
Words to the world which have already died.

Here at the bottom of the pile we wait
For the world to look down at the things we create
And we look for approval, we look for a smile
But all we can see is the bottom of the pile

Here at the bottom of the pile, we don’t.
Simple as that, and probably won’t.
Until, with decision, and resolution, we do
Until we strive to see the day through.

Here at the bottom of the pile, we will
Tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever until
We look with excitement, but only to find
We waited too long; we’re already behind.

Here at the bottom of the pile… let’s.
Let’s strive for tomorrow, and forget our regrets
Let’s be the changes we want them to see
Instead of telling, let’s show; let’s be.

Here at the bottom of the pile we stand
With God underfoot, and a rung in our hand
And with each new, intrepid step we take
A life we might change; a change we will make

Here at the bottom of the pile, let’s rise
Shout from the rooftops; let the world hear our cries!
Let’s rise above, be ambassadors; heirs.
Let’s set our examples, not complain about theirs

Here on top of the pile we’ll find
The gospel anew, of an alternate kind
And maybe, we’ll find, at the end of the day
That here on the top of the pile, we’ll stay.

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