Psalms Of Liberty

It’s a good thing
We have this sun
I don’t believe
Any other star would do
It’s a question of balance
But the final exam is written
In the language of disarray
It’s not something I’m currently equipped
To die for
As her soldiers march away
I hear america weeping

In the bright fields a little girl
With many colored butterflies
As a flower she unfurls
And the song of the prophets
All at once
Singing the psalms of liberty
In a vision
In a palace
In another lifetime
Even now
In undulant skies of blue
It’s not something I’m currently equipped
To live for
It’s too beautiful
But the hound of heaven is persistent
If nothing else these days

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