ten thousand

mcmillan, john mark

ten thousand glimmering

like coals in our chest

ball bearings drawn

to the magnetic breath

of ten thousand weeping

with wings on their tears

amidst then thousand voices

for then thousand years

for ten thousand graves yawning

unlocked and unlatched

now ten thousand holes with rocks

on their backs

ten thousand tombs gaping wide

singing the praises

of ten thousand bodies

unlaced and unlaid

as the ten thousand highways

unfold their doors

for the ten thousand

standing on the nineveh's shores

where the blood

of a husband silences wars

for the girl who

rises to meet him

and she sings

world i've overcome you

world i've overcome you

world i've overcome

by my song

and the blood of a son

ten thousand rivers

run red like my veins

where the bones of men

hum like a rattling cage

for sinew to ling to

and wind to remain

in ten thousand lungs

for ten thousand days

breathing like a choir

of holes in the ground

where the cynical have lain

where the cynical go down

save the gravity of time

let's go of her drowned

like ten thousand sparrows

unlocked and unwound

as the ten thousand highways

unfold their doors

for the ten thousand standing on

nineveh's shores

where the blood

of a husband silences wars

for the girl who

rises to meet them

and she sings

world i've overcome you

world i've overcome you

world i've overcome

by my song

and the blood of a son

she sings

world i've overcome you

world i've overcome you

world i've overcome

by my song

and the blood of a son