wave of sorrow

heat haze rising

on hell's own hill

you wake up this morning

it took an act of will

you walk through the night

to get here today

to bring your children

to give them away

oh. oh this cruel sun

is daylight never done

cruelty just begun

to make a shadow of everyone

and if the rain came

and if the rain came

souls bent over without a breeze

blankets on burning trees

i am sick without disease

nobility on it's knees

and if the rain came

and if the rain came. now

would it wash us all away

on a wave of sorrow

wave

on a wave of sorrow

where now the holy cities?

where the ancient holy scrolls?

where now emperor menelek?

and the queen of sheba's gold

you're my bride

you wear her crown

and on your finger precious stones

as every good thing now been sold

son

of shepherd boy

now king

what wisdom can you bring?

what lyric would you sing?

where is the music of the seraphim?

and if the rain came

and if the rain came. now

would it wash us all away

on a wave of sorrow

wave

a wave of sorrow

wave. blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt

for they shall inherit what's left of the earth

blessed are the kings who've left their thrones

they are buried in this valley of dry bones

blessed all of you with an empty heart

for you got nothing from which you cannot part

blessed is the ego

it's all we got this hour

blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power

blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight

she used what she got

to save her children's life

blessed are you

the deaf cannot hear a scream

blessed are the stupid who can dream

blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums

blessed is the spirit that overcomes