Orphan

Respective perspectives Worshipping directives Blindly killing for our dogma Until our sons meet in the garden Torches scald the night sky The youth rise up and set their elders to the gallows Fire in the lighthouse All our advances, a spark away from conflagration In the night, I saw you fall, oh, wicked star Illuminate our hate, show us who we really are Books were burned away Only swords remained The prophets died for peace Stabbed by preying priests As the wise man said "I'll keep my heart and lose my head" Without a neck, how can I sink With a millstone to the bottom of the sea? The bottom of the sea And I'm finding the violence, it looks like me Singing songs of life When all we know is death A world of orphans Left empty-handed If love's a sin, I'll become a heretic Recurring intervention Framing the narrative to cleanse our tainted conscience Harvesting destruction Reaping the sow from weapons planted in the soil Terrified little son Encumbered by your sword You can hide your fear but won't shed the sheer Weight of your own humanity, humanity You can face me towards the mountains Where I meet our mother's gaze Too blinded by this hatred To recognize your brother's face Singing songs of life When all we know is death A world of orphans Left empty-handed I'll collapse, head parting from my weary shoulders Seeds of life spilling from my palms Subverting love will take hold in this hateful soil My blood is the water Inshallah, Shalom Love will take hold