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