Songs From the Tribes- 2018
Rain falls, I’m alone and awake,
Saturated memories in the shadows they take.
Bring light to the world from ground to the sky,
In the purpose of judgement the collective will cry
Civil war blood brimstone abound,
Golden the era in the lost that is found.
Fall beneath the floor boards at the window, afraid,
The dust of creation within the realm that He made.