the morning comes I've not yet closed my eyes cold and bright as I need it the sun does rise these were my thoughts as I passed neath your window saw you through stained glass
with only one eye hide me in your hand where the land sinks deep in it's color
with the mother of my children bless the ground where we kneel we follow for you speak
safe in your woven creel you speak as no other no one asked any questions for fear that I might answer
they covered their ears to your song have I shown them compassion
have I shown them any love I hope they know it come
from the father above self righteous self pity this I do not doubt
for you know my frame
bind and turn the strong man out the sound of my new name as I hold forth nothing worth saving for I am everything I am everything
I am everything that he is not.
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