So many hands, reaching up for our connection
Forging a plan, in a vertical direction
But, they make no movement I could trace
Under the shadow of a most peculiar place
Are they alone, though they seem to be in hundreds
And then there was one, shouting out 'its truly wonderous'
But I saw the darkness in his face
Reflecting the shadow of a most peculiar place
I moved in close to the center of the gathering
And as I approached, there were than I'd imagined
But, the statue in the middle was defaced
In showing defiance of a most peculiar place
So I raised my hand, reaching up for a connection
Forging a plan in a vertical direction
But, I made no movement you could trace
Under the shadow of a most peculiar place