Yesterday's wars, stack up like old papers on the floorPounding like old knocks upon my doorBreaking like the ocean, washing through my handsChanging this old mountain into sandYou know me, by the stories I have madeYou know me, looking out through boxes and cagesAnd it's hard to clearly see what's rightIn ordinary lightDoes the truth filter down through the ages?We cannot see the end, so here we must beginTell me what will we write on these pages?Life's open roadShowing only what it wants to showCalling when it's time for us to goDriven by emotion, pushing from the pastRunning till our spirit's free at lastYou know me, by the stories I have madeYou know meLooking out through boxes and cagesAnd it's hard to clearly see what's rightIn ordinary lightDoes the truth filter down through the ages?We cannot see the endSo here we must beginTell me what will we write on these pagesDown through history we waited togetherWe race across borders into empty spaceWe write a chapter, a fable, a line, a traceAnother heart may followYou know me by the stories I have madeYou know me looking out through boxes and cagesAnd it's hard to clearly see what's rightIn ordinary lifeThe light is onDoes the truth filter down through the ages?We cannot see the endSo here we must beginTell me what will we write on these pages?We cannot see the endSo here we must beginTell me what will we write on these pages?Tell me what will we write on these pages?