Sitting by the wayside biding time in quiet peace
Awaiting grace within the Sea of Calm,
They stand to turn in seconds of release,
And await the call they know may never come;
In times of brightness no intruder dared come on
To jeopardize the course, upset the run,
And all was joy and hands were raised toward the Sun
And love in the halls of plenty overrun.
Still in their blissful hallowed mighty sleep,
Unending dances shadowed on the day,
Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,
Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay;
Satan's Legions stood in readiness to lead,
Just turn a coin bring order to the fray,
And everything was soon no sooner thought than deed,
Which nobody seemed to question in any way.
How keen the awry hunter's eye prevails upon the land
To seek the unsuspecting and the weak,
And powerless the fabled sat too smug to lift a hand
Towards the foe that threatened from the deep;
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand
Adrift upon a sea of futile speech?
And soothe the pain to walk the famous land
Where no one dares Forever ever to reach.
Where was your word, where did you go?
Where was your helping, where was your bow?
Dull is the armour, cold is the day.
Hard was the journey, dark was the way.
I heard the words, I couldn't stand them...
I couldn't stand it another day, another day,
Another day, another day...
Touched by the timely coming,
Roused from the keeper's sleep,
Release the grip, throw down the key...
Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the peace.
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed.
Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the beat.
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed...
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed...
