Sons of an Illustrious Father - Crystal Tomes

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You’re countin' sheep jumpin' over fences
I’m countin' lambs to the slaughter led
You’re countin' on Rome’s land security defenses
I’m countin' bullets and the lies I’ve been fed
And yeah we are past the point now
Of the dawn, I fear the day has broken
I see shards, guess it’s soil re-solidifying in the cold
He wasn’t ready to let go, no, well the lord has spoken
And the hand does more than just hold
I’m so glad to be here with you still now, my darling
With the breaking of this world like a heart
So it can grow
I see tears of liquid soil re-solidifying in spaces cold
And I see bodies twist and tangle as they dangle
And we’re trying to keep hold
And I hear you say I wasn’t made to move this way, well so
Maybe you don’t know what you’re made for
Maybe I don’t know what I’m made for
So I run to the old stones, I see the fingerprints of the rivers
I smell the blood of the forgivers, send shivers down my spine
To consider time a million bodies whither
A billion lifetimes with her to carve those crystal tomes
I run to the old woods, they’re chattering their wisdom
Don’t even ask to be forgiven, seldom find my sins not written
When I simply sit with them and listen
Of the lost and stolen homes
I run to the old ways, I find the circle unbroken
You can let go now, the lord has spoken
Yeah I know our heart is broken so it’s open
Take this pain as a token of growth and we’re growing
I let my hand unfold
And I’m so glad to be here with you
Still now, my darling
At the breaking of this world like a heart
So we can have a chance to sow
Seeds that were always meant to grow
But you covered the streets with concrete
You made buildings so high to the sky
I can’t see where they go
I don’t see where we go
You put fluoride in the water
The tides are altered, the levies won’t hold
Know that you must dance now
To the rhythm of a wave that is borne of a strong undertow
I see bits and pieces of this planet
As it’s blasted to and fro
I also see a bridge of liquid soil re-solidify in spaces cold
I see your body twist and tangle as we dangle
And we’re trying to keep hold
And I hear you say I wasn’t made to move this may, well so
Maybe you don’t know what you’re made for