at each corner of the crossing stand tall statues of the keepers stern they are and quite forbidding but one seems to smile in secret let the watcher pause a moment and the hidden power will touch her not for us the open comment hearts are not scared of the darkness
still we want to run together turn away from normal questions earn the truth that we were promised while the power around us falters long departed secret master tells us nothing we find useful rather he seeks to mislead us draw us deeper into sorrow
at the crossing of the river we saw miracles not happen thunder crashed high on the mountain but down here was perfect weather as we sit and drink our breakfast others plot against our freedom but the ones who claim to guard us can't tell arses clear from elbows
so we have ourselves a problem no one who has sense will answer we've been told about a vision vouchafed only to the wisest but the folk who claim to know it haven't got the sense of sparrows we are stuck with nothing better than the hope of life unfinished
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