The Orphans of God

By Mark Heard
From Satellite Sky

I will rise from my bed with a question again 

As I work to inherit the restless wind 

The view from my window is cold and obscene
I want to touch what my eyes haven't seen

But they have packaged our virtue in cellulose dreams 

And sold us the remnants 'til our pockets are clean 

‘Til our hopes fall 'round our feet like the dust and dead leaves
And we end up looking like what we believe

We are soot-covered urchins running wild and unshod 

We will always be remembered as the orphans of God 

They will dig up these ruins and make flutes of our bones 

And blow a hymn to the memory of the orphans of God

Like bees in a bottle we are flying at fate 

Beating our wings against the walls of this place 

Unaware that the struggle is the blood of the proof

In choosing to believe the unbelievable truth

But they have captured our siblings and rendered them mute 

They've disputed our lineage and poisoned our roots 

We have bought from the brokers who have broken their oaths

And we're out on the streets with a lump in our throats

We are soot-covered urchins running wild and unshod 

We will always be remembered as the orphans of God 

They will dig up these ruins 
and make flutes of our bones 

And blow a hymn to the memory of the orphans of God

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