And as the sand settles and blows away a dream forgot in passing
And as the silent sea calls us to our graves a soul sings alone.
Into the breaching night, they ride away, bearing the spoils of war.
Can you feel the hoofbeats? Can you hear them coming?
Above the swallow pierces through the wind. Her eyes can see through distant fires burning in
The sand.
And although she can see where every road will go, still I know they all end in sorrow and alone.
Above the chasm, the mortal toil, the skin that sloughs away into lakes of irradiated oil,
Above the screams for home that bounce off heaven's dome, the mouths that shape their pain
In a language she'll never have to know
Above the swallow soars light upon the wind.
(With war a long lost memory)
Her heartbeat whispers fast and free of where her flight began.
(A past sunk deep in distant grief)
And though only it knows all the miles she has flown,
(War a future far removed)
Every dream is of this moment every moment, she is home.
(Snowfall on the jagged peaks)