Analysis of A Us

we are legion,a world whole
yet we personalize, all to identify our own
we are blind to see,the bee n me in this serenity
& though that may be,its darkened blind, that are we
forever to look for the joy of rain,we are all looking for our own bus,yet we are on a train
times it seems does not wait
for the ride we are promised,we are always out late
caring for things that rate
to scale ,with this body of humanity, is a whale n im its veil,how many generations must a way n pass ,to be able to leave ideas n chains of past
the search of GOD,whose presence has come n gone,in time n space
lets stop this race an endless chase,in order to give the children the stars of his grace.for my kin we will not go ,out here ,Europa we are at home