phoenix

a boy touching grace cannot hold on
too bright are the lights the shadows too long
gone is our youth now we all bear this cross
carrying the coffins of the angels we’ve lost

children by other names sacrificial lambs for slaughter
in the heat of holy wood in the center of the burning bush
can we hear it coming can we see what going on?
knock on wood rock on wood knock on wood rock on wood

a bullet to the head is no way to grow old
nirvana is calling us home

rivers run through our hands
phoenix rises from the flames
where do we lay our weary minds
when the lights fade?

a girl touching grace cannot hold on
her voice once strong now she stumbles along
gone is our glory illusion can never last
as our stories and prophecies come to pass

rivers run through our hands
phoenix rises from the flames
where do we lay our weary minds
when the lights fade?

where do we run when the storms come?

© sylvi & see through publishing winter / spring 1994 (socan)

on Phoenix CD (1996) co-produced with Colin Nairne at the working studios of The Legendary Hearts
http://www.BarneyBentall.com

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