There's a path through the sand
Carrying on, a grimacing band
When you wake, I'll be gone
When you sleep, I'll coo this song

You're the only one who gave
A thought to understand

There's no glory in the truth
Look behind you all the time
There's no favor with the gods
Their crimes, we scream our story

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

No glory in the truth perhaps, but what of understanding?

Miranda Stone said...

But of course. If it really is the truth. With possibility, is there really such thing as an absolute?