To put a name on it

Would be to nail the age of anxiety

To put a mask on it

Would be to hide the face of your empathy

To put a wheel on it

Would be to steer the one with integrity

To put a spin on it

Would be to change the way that life must rotate

I salute your kindness

I bow down

To your good will

To put a light on it

Would be to force the truth of uncertainty

To put a weight on it

Would be to mould the answer deceivingly

To put a lead on it

Would be to give yourself authority

To put a stop to it

Would be to change the way that we must rotate

I salute your kindness

I bow down

To your good will

(I bow down, I bow down, I bow down, I bow down)

I salute your kindness

I bow down

To your good will