blow out the wick
it's time to quit this circus
it's a trapeze pinned down
it's a carnival without clowns
it's a town without houses
a forest without trees
it's the opposite of identity
a world without sound
we need you
you step into town
with a staff in your hand
you're a shepherd with a word
it's sharp like a sword
you're a breath of fresh air
you're a reason to look up
a clean piece of dirt
an electric chair unplugged
we need you
pull out the cork
it's time to roll this parade
you're a message in a bottle
the drink in this song
you're the red on the page
the gold in the streets
you're the soul's first stirring
a lion that can sing
Family
they're the poor and the dead
that we've ignored
they're the screwed in the head
the ones knocking on doors
the unpretty the undesired
the undressed, the undone
they're the hungry the alone
that we've ignored
they're kneeling on stone
just begging for bones
the unpretty the undesired
the undressed, the undone
come back
and see with eyes of water
clearer than streams
come back
and hear with ears less hollow
ready to dream
of days in gardens
and time spent together
of hours embracing
safely held in warmth
our father won't forget the least of these
friends torn and ripped and scraped, diseased
he won't neglect the raped and the wronged
he won't forget his kids he's not gonna run