Lyrics to a Song I Wrote the following day:
There's a dusting of icy snow
There’s a hawk watching from a tree
There’s a dead man lying in a street up North
And anger rising in the land of the free
Hiding behind a podium, you're
Mouthing lying words
Denying the dead his innocence
And what the witnesses saw and heard
You can say it once, you can say it again, but we know what our eyes have seen
It’s the season of epiphanies
The star’s light leading us on
The king is on a killing spree
Protecting his golden throne
Every one of us a candle / Every one of us a song / Every one of us a story / Every one of us belongs
The night is cold, the moon is out
It’s the moon of the popping trees
The monks are walking, one step at a time and
They’re walking a walk of peace
Every one of us a candle / Every one of us a song / Every one of us a story / Every one of us belongs
You can say it once, you can say it again, but we know what our eyes have seen / We know what our eyes have seen