we're at the end of an era,
no more sharpening our arrows,
no more praying we never hit
the things that we are shooting at.
we've sent our vessels out to sea,
tied our feathers to the tree,
spent the winter on our knees,
looking for these melodies.
the songs of a forgotten King
who longs to hear his people sing together again.
-jason webley
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