Benediction


BenedictionWhen sleep calls your nameAnd the lights have been turned downOnly the moon glowsFor those that need to be foundThere are Finders and KeepersLosers and WeepersCry tears of the Turtle-DoveFrantic for a handOf the divine or depravedWhen midnight’s memories raveWhile under waterNo one hears your screams or pleasOr holds soggy handsMemories don’t float awayInstead they keep sleep at bayUntil tomorrowThe mourning returns with strifeWho will save Your Grace?Let there be light — and bright smilesAs currency, paves your wayAs nightfall returnsHope for a Super-SaviorTo redeem your soulThere’s no magic to save youBabe, the dark is what you knowListen carefullyThe angelic melodyHeard only by fewDevil is in the DetailsDo these words ring true to you?One more sleepless nightSo when you’re scratching at wallsScrape away the edgeOf a mirror painted blackCome closer and take a peekTell me what you seeIs that your own reflection?That’s your only hopeThe one staring back at youIs the one sent — to save you.“The clear light of science teaches us that we must be our own saviors, if we are to be found worth saving.”― Luther Burbank, The Harvest Of The Years     *

Source: Benediction

Benediction

When sleep calls your name
And the lights have been turned down
Only the moon glows
For those that need to be found
There are Finders and Keepers

Losers and Weepers
Cry tears of the Turtle-Dove
Frantic for a hand
Of the divine or depraved
When midnight’s memories rave

While under water
No one hears your screams or pleas
Or holds soggy hands
Memories don’t float away
Instead they keep sleep at bay

Until tomorrow
The mourning returns with strife
Who will save Your Grace?
Let there be light — and bright smiles
As currency, paves your way

As nightfall returns
Hope for a Super-Savior
To redeem your soul
There’s no magic to save you
Babe, the dark is what you know

Listen carefully
The angelic melody
Heard only by few
Devil is in the Details
Do these words ring true to you?

One more sleepless night
So when you’re scratching at walls
Scrape away the edge
Of a mirror painted black
Come closer and take a peek

Tell me what you see
Is that your own reflection?
That’s your only hope
The one staring back at you
Is the one sent — to save you

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“The clear light of science teaches us that we must be our own saviors, if we are to be found worth saving.”
― Luther Burbank, The Harvest Of The Years *

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