Blow the dust from the veil that masks your eyes
It weighs you down, like an anchor that can't find the ground
Is your path to salvation clearer now?
It won't be..once their doctrine is etched on your brow
Somewhere in time hangs a portrait of you
Your eyes still alive with a fire, and a smile that endures
Gather close all his vestiges of rust; keep them near
for his answers were forced from his fear
Travel cautiously, harbinger of light
Do not stray, for your failure shall spell out their days
As we stand on the brink of despair
Wondering where we went wrong
Their injustice was our to bear
Will we still find where we belong?
Somewhere in time hangs a portrait of you
Your eyes still alive with a fire, and a smile that endures
Maybe it's me but I'm certain I'm there just out of view