There were voices shot to the skies There were cries sent to unblind eyes There were downturned palms unraised From fists to claps that drowned out in praise There were shouts shut from the back of tongues Swallowed down throats to choked up lungs Joy brimming from the deepest well From the source sprung to break the spell How low the mighty fall How low how low Once a raindrop became a sea From one seed grew a forest of trees From two bodies generations came To walk the ground and disappear again Until a siren blew among the reeds Warning of crops that no longer feed Sending buds up to flower and bloom Under cover of the darkest moon How low the mighty fall How low how low
There were voices shot to the skies
There were cries sent to unblind eyes
There were downturned palms unraised
From fists to claps that drowned out in praise
There were shouts shut from the back of tongues
Swallowed down throats to choked up lungs
Joy brimming from the deepest well
From the source sprung to break the spell
How low the mighty fall
How low how low
Once a raindrop became a sea
From one seed grew a forest of trees
From two bodies generations came
To walk the ground and disappear again
Until a siren blew among the reeds
Warning of crops that no longer feed
Sending buds up to flower and bloom
Under cover of the darkest moon
For one embrace a whole people prayed For one tribe a whole lament was played Now the wind blows against the shore This song of songs will be sung no more From the ashes of the ruins will grow A new time to scatter and sow Over the desert a rainbow spans A bridge of hope across the western lands How low the mighty fall How low how low How low the mighty fall How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low.
For one embrace a whole people prayed
For one tribe a whole lament was played
Now the wind blows against the shore
This song of songs will be sung no more
From the ashes of the ruins will grow
A new time to scatter and sow
Over the desert a rainbow spans
A bridge of hope across the western lands
How low how low.
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