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

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