I feel that I was meant for something more
My curse, this awful power to unmake
And ever since you found your taste for war
You forced me onto those whose life you'd take
While Guernica in peaceful valley lay
And Dresden dreamed of anything but death
The day was turned to night and night to day
You let me loose upon their fragile flesh
And so I hid among the smaller things
You found me there and ferried me above
The flame deluge is waiting in the wings
The smallest thread holds back the second flood
And who will stand to greet the blinding light
It's lonely when there's no one left to fight
*
The lesson you'd do well not to forget
Your life could be the one it's wisdom saves
At sea, where you're beleaguered and beset
On ever side by strife of wind and waves
Despite the best of maps and the bravest men
For all their mighty names and massive forms
There'll never be and has never been
A ship or fleet secure against the storms
When kings upon the main have clung to pride
And held themselves to masters of the sea
I've held them down beneath the crushing tide
Till they have learned that no one masters me
But grace can still be found within the gale
With fear and reverence, raise your ragged sail
*
Dear prodigal you are my son and I
Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape
All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes
I fathomed not; you wanted to escape
And though I only ever gave you love
Like every child, you've chosen to rebel
Uprooted flowr's and filled the holes with blood
Ask not for whom they toll the solemn bells
A child of dust to mother now return
For every seed must die before it grows
And though above the world may toil and turn
No prying spade will find you here below
Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet
Here I will teach you truly how to sleep
*
From tender years you took me for granted
But still I deigned to wander through your lungs
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed
Your drapes were silver wings; your shutters flung
I drew the poison from the summer's sting
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing
And if you'd let me, I would move again
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair
Helped form the final words before your death
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath
And after all of this, I am amazed
That I am cursed far more than I am praised
~ Thrice ~
My curse, this awful power to unmake
And ever since you found your taste for war
You forced me onto those whose life you'd take
While Guernica in peaceful valley lay
And Dresden dreamed of anything but death
The day was turned to night and night to day
You let me loose upon their fragile flesh
And so I hid among the smaller things
You found me there and ferried me above
The flame deluge is waiting in the wings
The smallest thread holds back the second flood
And who will stand to greet the blinding light
It's lonely when there's no one left to fight
*
The lesson you'd do well not to forget
Your life could be the one it's wisdom saves
At sea, where you're beleaguered and beset
On ever side by strife of wind and waves
Despite the best of maps and the bravest men
For all their mighty names and massive forms
There'll never be and has never been
A ship or fleet secure against the storms
When kings upon the main have clung to pride
And held themselves to masters of the sea
I've held them down beneath the crushing tide
Till they have learned that no one masters me
But grace can still be found within the gale
With fear and reverence, raise your ragged sail
*
Dear prodigal you are my son and I
Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape
All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes
I fathomed not; you wanted to escape
And though I only ever gave you love
Like every child, you've chosen to rebel
Uprooted flowr's and filled the holes with blood
Ask not for whom they toll the solemn bells
A child of dust to mother now return
For every seed must die before it grows
And though above the world may toil and turn
No prying spade will find you here below
Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet
Here I will teach you truly how to sleep
*
From tender years you took me for granted
But still I deigned to wander through your lungs
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed
Your drapes were silver wings; your shutters flung
I drew the poison from the summer's sting
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing
And if you'd let me, I would move again
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair
Helped form the final words before your death
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath
And after all of this, I am amazed
That I am cursed far more than I am praised
~ Thrice ~
