Tribe

There were voices shot to the skies There were cries sent to unblind eyes There were downturned palms unraised From fists to claps that drowned out in praise There were shouts shut from the back of tongues Swallowed down throats to choked up lungs Joy brimming from the deepest well From the source sprung to break the spell How low the mighty fall How low how low Once a raindrop became a sea From one seed grew a forest of trees From two bodies generations came To walk the ground and disappear again Until a siren blew among the reeds Warning of crops that no longer feed Sending buds up to flower and bloom Under cover of the darkest moon How low the mighty fall How low how low For one embrace a whole people prayed For one tribe a whole lament was played Now the wind blows against the shore This song of songs will be sung no more From the ashes of the ruins will grow A new time to scatter and sow Over the desert a rainbow spans A bridge of hope across the western lands How low the mighty fall How low how low How low the mighty fall How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low How low how low..