Out of the dream I hear it
the distant thunder.
I hear the cry of children;
love will hold back darkness,
love will hold back death.
The sky is violet, red
clouds have bled this day;
smoke rises from the ashes,
guns are put away.
In the distant thunder
I hear an infant cry;
love holds it safe at harbor,
love rocks it in the sway.
The dreamer goes on dreaming;
waiting for the new world
where madness done and hate...
Now, the sky is golden,
something new appears above.
The thunder rolls asunder
no one wanders to the grave.
Forever dreaming until the Lathe
says, Go! Accept the truth that
nothing endures, nothing is precise
one with rock and still alive...
dreamers we now know the world
is paradox and fate...
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 4:57 PM UTC
Out of the dream I hear it
the distant thunder.
I hear the cry of children;
love will hold back darkness,
love will hold back death.
The sky is violet, red
clouds have bled this day;
smoke rises from the ashes,
guns are put away.
In the distant thunder
I hear an infant cry;
love holds it safe at harbor,
love rocks it in the sway.
The dreamer goes on dreaming;
waiting for the new world
where madness done and hate...
Now, the sky is golden,
something new appears above.
The thunder rolls asunder
no one wanders to the grave.
Forever dreaming until the Lathe
says, Go! Accept the truth that
nothing endures, nothing is precise
one with rock and still alive...
dreamers we now know the world
is paradox and fate...
kmcolby@2010