Weeping for the World as We Lay Our Stones

Weeping for the world as we lay our stones

A harsh exodus from this severed place

Sifting through the ashes of a defamed throne.

Who knows when or where they'll dig up our bones

With no flood or famine or ounce of grace

Weeping for the world as we lay our stones.

Our womb had dried up, no wish to atone

the dry rolling plains we now must embrace

Sifting through the ashes of a defamed throne.

With clasped hands we shudder at the unknown

Tumbling toward the prize of our disgrace

Weeping for the world as we lay our stones.

Bound by shackles we bellow out our groans

Sinking to the bedrock with a trace

Sifting through the ashes of a defamed throne.

Works of vulgarity this hour has shown

Moral men depart from this forbidden space

Weeping for the world as we lay our stones

Sifting through ashes of a defamed throne.