BUILDING BRIDGES

AT THE EDGE OF THIS PRECIPICE
WE BECKON TO A WORLD FILLED WITH GLOOM
A PEAK AT THE VASTNESS OF ETERNITY
AND THE VARIETY THAT CAUSE US TO BE INSPIRED


AT THIS EDGE FILLED WITH WARMTH
WE GET AWED BY OUR HEROES PAST
GIANTS THAT WILL BE REMEMBERED
FOR THEIR WONDROUS WORKS

AT THIS PRECIPICE FILLED WITH HOSPITALITY
WE SIRE NEW GIANTS
WITH ECHOES OF THE PAST ETCHED IN THEIR HEARTS
SO THEY LIVE AND GIVE JOY

ON THIS SPOT
LIES THE THREAD OF HUMANITY
THAT BINDS US TOGETHER
A WORLD LITTLE HEALED

BRIDGE BUILDERS WE ARE
FOR WE GAVE THE WORLD
GLUE FOR HER BROKEN HEART
A LITTLE SMILE FOR HER GLOOM

BLIGHTED DREAMS

I AM WEALTHY
FOR MY PEOPLE
ARE KIND AND HOSPITABLE

I AM RICH
BECAUSE UNDER MY FEET
FLOWS BLACK GOLD

WHEN I SLEEP
MY WEALTH FLOWS FAR
WHEN I SLEEP
MY HOSPITALITY S TAKEN FOR WEAKNESS

I NO LONGER SMILE
FOR THERE IS NOTHING TO SHOW
EXCEPT MY CROOKED FACE
STAINED WITH TEARS AND A BLANK STARE

MY LAND IS A BLACK HEAP
MY RIVERS ARE A THICK MIX
I NOW HAVE A CONSTANT CANDLE
THAT HAS CHASED AWAY MY DARKNESS

ALL I WAIT NOW
IS FOR THE SUN TO SET
ON A LIFE THAT WAS SHORT
WITHOUT MEANING

LET MY CROOKED FACE
TELL MY STORY
THAT I LIVED AMONG PLENTY BUT STARVED
LET IT SHOW MY CRAMPED WORLD

WHEN I DIE
LET THEM SAY:
I LIVED WITH LOTS OF PROMISE
BUT STILLBIRTH DREAMS

WHEN I DIE
LET THEM PICK MY BONES
AMONG THE HOSPITABLE PEOPLE
UNDER WHOSE FEET
FLOWS THEIR RICHES AND THEIR CURSE