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Dreamless SkyDreamless SkyDreamless Sky by callsign-oldman
For all the ones who sleep but do not dream,
For the crying silence in fields of dust,
To rock and mountain streams run dry,
And broken road of cracked earth that cannot weep.
Sun burdened and weary of walking, things that winds cannot change,
Seeking the ruins long forgotten and airy skies now covered in red,
Who cries out in this wasteland, and who calls from the deepest trench entombed?
In palm groves thirsty and dry they lay, awaiting wintry flood and colors green that do not grow.
Darkest night breathes bands of pink as red sun peeks o'er the horizon,
Spilling her light across sandy shores and dry lakes now lost in time's slow cadence
Spitting upon lost shadows and untold memories that spoke of glory days and royal myth of old.
Mind wanders now on plains bereft of straw or stalk or leaf,
Clinging close to fallow ground, amongst the earthen stone,
Sister, Brother! where can we lie down? Do starry skies lend light here, and does moon as sentry guard?
That We Might LiveThat We Might Live..That We Might Live by callsign-oldman
A sacrifice offered up so that we might live,
To give us hope,
To bring about change in a hurting world,
To open our eyes,
To wake those asleep in the light,
And to heal the ones cowering in darkness.
A light shone in the mist of night,
To guide us home,
To light our path that we might not stumble,
To give depth to our canted perceptions,
And to push back the clouds hanging over us.
A whisper in the silence,
The tales of peace to surely come,
The strength when we have not words to strengthen,
The grace upon our shoulders
And a simple prayer to move us onward,
Oh Lord that we might not forget all given to us in our hours of need,
In joy or sorrow, in times of courage and times of weakness,
A light so precious and bright,
A thousand words spoken in your name,
Offered up in candid humility,
Guide us home in our times,
Letting not the grasp of fear touch our fragile hearts,
So we might live in hope and give hope to those without,
Dear Father, on bended knee we pra