Third Eye Realm

A gentle mother peering the night skies,

With rolling tears from her deep azul eyes.

Mother, why are you crying, tears of rain?

Mother, why are you fighting, tears of pain?

She worries of her children’s coming fate,

When our sins retribution will not wait.

Your word like hurricanes, rage of the sea.

Your word will clear the land, so we may see.

We have blood on our hands, but say we help?

We killed your children, but say we help?

The blood is on our hands, even on mine,

The truth shall be told we are out of line.

Yet I hope we see you reclaim what’s yours,

Opening windows, but not closing doors.