When the sky turns black, and the floodplains crack
And you cannot look away
Because on every side is the unstoppable tide
In motion from the very first day
Will you fall down with your knees to the ground
In the hopes that you will be spared
From whatever the wrath that may lie in the path
Of those whose convictions dared?
And when you're called to serve, will you have the nerve
To do all that you know is wrong?
Just to save your skin no matter which side wins
Just to know that you were there all along?
Is it better to reign in a world of pain
Than to serve a cause divine?
We'll see who you are underneath darkened stars
There will come a time
Oh, there will come a time
And where does evil lie, in the heart, in the eye
Is it a guest without a host?
And does your mind concede to what your body needs
To what a silent hunger craves most?
And bending word to the limb, falling out, giving in
Will you see all that Earth would conceal
Below the melting land and underneath the desert sand?
Is the desperate voice inside you even real?
And is it true when you stare into the sun
You can see the insides of sight itself?
Is there a way to speak but not say
So you'll know if words come from you or something else?
What do you hold in your hand, what do you understand
To be only thine?
And are you ever free and can never be
Unclothed to the wind, uncovered to the bone? Will there come a time?
But who am I to ask you how your lips will move your words?
And who am I to know the way your fingers curl?
And who am I to wonder just what skin you've chosen this day?
And who am I to stand behind you and to claim I see your eyes?
There will come a time