I think about tomorrow through the people I have met
And testify of greater things that haven't happened yet
So what if all the consciousness continues to return
We'll only ever greet it when we move in what it's earned
A father of the quiet and a mother of the old
Protecting what was hidden in a parabolic code
To whom will it be given when the final word is writ
For all will fall asleep when darkness comes to swallow it
Remember who you've carried if you wake before it ends
Forsake not even one of those you served and called a friend
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
I think about tomorrow through the people I have met
And testify of greater things that haven't happened yet
So what if all the consciousness continues to return
We'll only ever greet it when we move in what it's earned
A father of the quiet and a mother of the old
Protecting what was hidden in a parabolic code
To whom will it be given when the final word is writ
For all will fall asleep when darkness comes to swallow it
Remember who you've carried if you wake before it ends
Forsake not even one of those you served and called a friend
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