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IN THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH
Wrists of Kings - Not in Rivers, But in Drops - Dulcinea - Over Root and Thorn - 1,000 Shards - All Out of Time, All into Space - Holy Tears - Firdous E Bareen - Garden of Light
[Wrists of Kings]
Now your blood
Travels though the
veins of our
history
It burst, for them
Boiling black
clouds from, the wrists, of kings
Your shadow, lengthens as
time draws on, its tendrils
Creep into, mythic cracks
blending with, the light of
day
We see it
Now before us
But even, so we cannot
Read the lies be-tween the
Between, the lines
[Not in Rivers, but in Drops]
And still your voice is heard
Heard
And still we are
Shaken, shaken
Your voice
Still real
And so you say
Unto all
I am hope
We are one
They'll fall
Bring them down
World is waiting
There is
Not in rivers, but in drops
It is rain-ing
Is rain-ing
They came, as your, as our,
[Dulcinea]
He, is not, mad
his, thought is, clear-er, than
the, sane-er, men.
For, in her, he, saw
beau-ty, over-flowing
through, the, tat-tered clo-(th)es.
She, was, his, queen
She, is, a queen
In, dreams he, wanders, the dark
In, search of, her. Her!
[Over Root and Thorn]
Your reign is, ever growing
Spreading like a moss
Across rock, under sky
O-ver, roots, and the thorns
[1,000 Shards]
If only I could clear my, eye
Then I might, breathe once more
Then I might, breathe again
Old sun, and stars
And oceans, below me
Gathered scribes, over
Jagged shards, under foot
Old sun, and stars,
And oceans, below me
Gathered scribes, over
jagged shards, under foot
To slash
To the sound
How many sit on, woe or peril?
How many walk, on their own?
It's of the truth
Let myself burn
Now it's written
One thousand shards
[All out of Time, All into Space]
[Holy Tears]
He was patient
Slow descent chills the bones
His wait, may be, long
Still he, carries, on
Always reaching for her
Always breathing for her
Lifting his hand to the sky
Slow change might bring
Holy tears
U-pon his batt-er-er-er-ered
Skull
Holy tears
Holy tears
He, won't, take, the
Priv-ilege
To, know the, crown
[Firdous E Bareen]
[Garden of Light]
I fell asleep in
A world dressed in grey
Only to awake in
A garden divine
There, was, song and, dance and,
un-tarnished flesh
It, was you, who, brought me here
Yours, whose, face, greeted me
In, the, garden, of, light
You are the face of God
You are my breath
My life, my death