what which war

Whats a moment of clarity worth without chaos?
Can you see what they see?
The giants, from where they sit, with a world in a drawer,
breathing the thin air;
all things die.
Giants in your eyes.
We are the dust.
We are the sky.
In each of us the wings.
In each of us the horns.
Our consciousness whole
the moment were born.
We wanna know others for a taste
of the way love communicates.
I was simply a boy when I saw
the spectrum of care that held
the weak in an iron seat.
We are all born of the love,
We are all born of the heat.
As the earth is born from itself,
we are the seeds of our speech.