[verse]
I beat my breast and pound my fist
And wonder how we came to this
I lay awake at night alone
This poor, sad, white-washed sack of bone
[chorus]
In the shadow of the fallen
I chase my maker’s call
Serene, I walk in the fallout
Through the ash of Adam’s fall
In the shadow of the fallen
I face the state of man
Sons of Cain race to the horizon
As their shadows race across the land
[verse]
I search the void for signs of life
My darkness hungry for the light
My heartsong echoes in the sky
A breeze, a whisper, and a sigh
[chorus]
[bridge]
We spend our years in agonized anticipation
Longing for the coming day of earth’s liberation
copyright 2007 Donald Paul Harris