Whatever burden to be borne has been met
And passed along under an assumed name
But one that we all know
For those whom Christ declared to always be with us
Must live in shallow graves where gardens can never grow

It was only his promise that was kept
But the history of man must come first

Whatever suffering to be endured has been felt
And passed along by dignity that faces the wind
But the curse is the silence
For those whose bones line the tombs of Kings
Must never know who gained glory from violence

It was only as it was known all along
All that must pass is to wait our turn

Whatever peaceful moment has been granted
And squandered by the guiltless scribes of history
Lives inside stillborn dreams
For those who would never be known to you
Once walked as you do in heartless migrant streams

It was only for the weary that it was kept
What could be more worthy than hope lost?