Sturdy The Hands I Watch

sturdy the hands i watch
which hold the pole
sturdy the hands i watch
which hold the pole that dips the water
sturdy the hands i watch
which hold the pole that dips the water
to carry me across to the land of shadows

to carry me across to the land of shadows
where i taste the hopelessness upon my soul
where i taste the despair before my eyes
where i taste the voices that cry and lament
before the wall stained with the tears of eternity
where i taste the hopelessness upon my soul
while sturdy the hands i watch
that carry me across to the land of shadows

where tonight there remains but one story
where tonight there remains but one story branded upon the spirit
as heavy as the wind and as light as stone
where tonight there remains but one story branded upon the spirit
that is chapped and blistered with the sadness and resignation
that surrounds the land of shadows

where tonight there remains but one story branded upon the spirit
of legend fading to myth
of myth alluding to allegory
of allegory merging with metaphor
to paint a canvas written in blood across the doorways
lest the angel of death appears to demand justice
for those within the land of shadows

where tonight there remains but one story branded upon the spirit
while the sturdy hands i watch which hold the pole that dips the water
to carry me across to the land of shadows