United

That thrill of near victory comes and is
Snatched away again
One roar amidst seven thousand others
With one chant
One promise beside three-quarter million equal
With one goal

In Copenhagen, I wonder if there is such a thrill
In jaded hearts. In nations
That know the way this game is played, that
Victory is not an excitement they've ever held,
Just held their own against the sea.

We have to imagine that together, such
Dreams are possible, that we don't
Get cut off, fall down, that united
Things might change?

Snowberries grow on abandoned lanes,
On suburbia that's become countryside that's become wilderness,
A desperate band, roving, looking for shelter from the elements
United by circumstance, by force
Of the times. This
Is the closest we come to triumph.