The Lightning Storm

This lonely existence paves the way
For the heart of hearts must beat be brave
While this quiet lightning storm
Wrecks the harvest gold we tried to sow
So it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin
As the messenger from hell says we’re bound to win
As the days, they come, but the years, they go
So take care of your freedom they’ll never know
I sit on the wing for a blackbird’s song
To tell me where and when this all went wrong
There’s no resolution without remorse
With ignorance, bliss, defend, let’s stay the course
Puncture the skin and see its blood run cold on desert sand
Come hear the men from mothers with childless hands
As the days, they come, but the years, they go
So take care of your freedom they’ll never know
Take good care of your freedom
They’ll never know
Take what you give until there is nothing left, but forever live
And night descends on shadows without their kill
As the days, they come, but the years, they go
So take care of your freedom they’ll never know
Yeah, take good care of your freedom
They’ll never know
As the days, they come
But the years, they go
So take care of your freedom
They’ll never know