| His open eyes at first light
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| We see an echo of his mothers smile
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| At her breast his sister pressed
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| Outside the sun begins to warm the ancient tile.
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| They came that day, hollow men
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| Agents of a god they could not know
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| A mile above, distant eyes
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| Miss desperate pleas that pictures could not show
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| The morning falling.
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| A shackle snaps beneath cold wings
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| Below, the shepherd is pulled toward home
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| The shadow falls, a falcon calls
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| Below, his world becomes a mountain of stone.
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| They came that day, empty men
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| Agents of a god they’ll never know
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| High above, those eyes
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| See what seems to be on screens that glow
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| The morning falling.
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| His eyes can see but his mind can’t hold
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| What he has seen, the absence of the lives they used to live
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| A world away, the trigger is pulled
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| Here there is no reason to forgive. |