Blunt words
Blood shot eyes
Smokey tombs with silent cries

A song with words no man will utter
Going down
Diving under

Rolling waves
Cracks of lightning
The earth is waking
She is rising

Horses ridden through the night
Eyes wild and full of fright
They dare not look back
To something they loved
Something they lost

A town in the skies
Fallen to the earth
A child born
Brought to a humble berth

Blankets of memories
Like leaves fallen off of trees
The people reign and they rule
They work their backs and whip their mule

The labor of the descendants of none
Born to be free born to run

Sunken eyes and hollow bones
Soft and brittle, rocks and stones

Someone to wake
Something to take
The sun must rise in my eyes

The control of minds
The words to sweet
And to kind

A lock to break a key to find

Only when you are lost
Only in the dark you can

Know who I am