In a kingdom made of brass
the people sing and scream
the end seems so real
the beauty of a dream

In a castle made of sand
there’s an empty trail of waves
soon it’ll go away
vanish into caves

In a city made of bones
where God’s kingdom has failed
there is more to come
death has not prevailed

In a house made of glass
the hours seem to fade
nothing is ever close
a child was made

In a voice made of stone
there’s an ambient sigh
no one is near
no one to cry

In a world made by hand
the maker dies alone
lonesome in a land
where he once wore a throne