I've buried my dreams
In shallow graves
With ne'er a proper burial
For any or all
seconds at last
That had been and were
And weren't no more
Through a glass I looked
Rehearsing from a bible
Unwritten in tears not shed
Hallowed be the sky and sea
Beneath we lie
From around the world
Awaiting the praise of Lazarus
Let us pass through the tips of your fingers
Grasp and once more to be a man who dreams of grandeur