But oh, I can see
The lines on our faces ring
clear to me
Alone we bear numbing cry,
whispered fear
Painting old faces that dive
from the setting sun
Claiming the tides of sorrows
past as our own
They roll from the hilltops
The tumbling dust settles
down
And all earth, sun, and sea
creatures die
To branch the ancient tree
Our roots tied with time
Tired hands search for rhyme
Down beside me
There's warmth to find here
You're all that's human
Come ride the storm clear
With me
Let's open our eyes to the
freedom that lies just beyond
The gifts we each bear are
the answers to each other's songs
Give out your true callings
as free as our births brought us home
And now is time
To break down the walls that
keep our world from rhyme
Although your eyes show fear
I am constant right here
Down beside me
There's warmth to find here
You're all that's human
Come guide the storm clear
With me
© 1987 W. Strauss
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