What we put before
The love and the rain
and the wide open plain
What we choose to take
What will remain
on the wide open plain
In a wave of wind
Flood of rain
We are washed grain by
You will not hide inside the shadows
When the day begins again
You won't be watching from you windows
in the wide open plain
Oh they come to me
One by one
in the little time remains
I felt the sting of
deeds I'd done
by which i'd hoped to gain
The melody of
the songs unsung are
drawn out slow with pain
and swelled beyond
horizon lines
on the wide open plain
you will not see me up and running
for there are no heights to gain
and we will surely see it coming
in the wide open plain
we stand once more on
the golden shores
a still and stony train
The sea of glass
the sea that roars
where all their spoils are drained
We'll now and ever
deeply lie
anchoring our chains
and divide us endless
depthless from
the wide open plain
I wake up trembling in the morning
to a cold and soundless rain
i know beneath these streets aborning

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