drying my tears on sheets of papyrus
shields of steel and furnaces firing
deliver the dance and grow this beauty
give her moonlight like i give you duty
reset the buttons on your purpose
all of us are certain that we are burdened
by hungry fathers who drown their daughters
in violent streams and rivers
and sell their wills of iron to the army
thieves speak slang
delicate as thyme
they sting with their mind
she moves you along
through the empty streets
in her song you can hear the bells ringing
stand naked before the eyes of beauty
stay here awhile and we might just make it
or you can slowly descend back to your safety blankets
hours fly by while we are getting ready
your uncles are mourning in rivers of traffic
your grief is gold to those with deep pockets