, Yet still I walk west I did not see Did not believe But even they Who saw the same Forget Yes, even I Would see these signs And forget. That I had no
and for every hole a haunt of memory where the voids left too small a space to slip through my recall, the pieces pulled from my door, or forget the holes and
of that distant star that guides you the horizon through, and fades forever when I move. "Come all," it calls, "and conquer while your hearts are young and
of mine, I see through my mother's eyes. I look to a newer world with the sunrise Where birthrights endow; not to burden and bear, but bless and bestow, and
fly to you And if no vessel roams that way, I could set out on sails and dreams to cross the deep on frail winds of sleep and air and gather you there
grave I am a seer of air, of jeweled sight, of many names and auspices and signs, performed in sleights of wooden hand and dealt in miracles of sand and
A man amidst thieves, lay lame and sickly, as the passersby see but all just keep moving There priestly and pious, pass on the wayside. heedless and
mountains, and they did not obey, but by brass and belief, their towers will be razed. I sound the horn, shout in song, watch each brick obey my call, and
Of how many cities brought to light, how many cities are there left to find? and who could search them all? There hide two for every one, I was daunted
of hell as me? And tell me, Lord, who holds the key the heaven's narrow doors? 'Cause every time I try to open them I open my right hand and find a stone And
for you at night. I've set aside my robe and ring until my son arrives What mystery that I, as young, had spent my fathers lot To be received by arms wide flung and
drink it to the dregs, And go where no man follows 'till he follows to the grave" So watch and wait on the hour of dawn O receive your silver and put
descend, Yet still I walk west I did not see Did not believe But even they Who saw the same Forget Yes, even I Would see these signs And forget. That
lay christened in scent and tears calloused soles that knew no rust, walked splintered meters there across in spite and met the grave's call and called
little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured this would be the lick and we'd be next to shine. And we got everybody screamin' and singin' but these
