there are deep echoes across the
dry wall
so sky seems brassy and bereft of
cloud
while goat is nimble and tempts you
to fall
to stony death where no one will
recall
how once you were so youthful and
so proud
there are deep echoes across the
dry wall
where the old vultures circle
seeing all
the land below them forested or
ploughed
while goat is nimble and tempts you
to fall
from narrow path your heart now
seems so small
and fate so large the silence seems
so loud
there are deep echoes across the
dry wall
the distant birds across the sky
now scrawl
in ragged letters on the small
puffy cloud
while goat is nimble and tempts you
to fall
into forever certain none will bawl
the earth itself will be your only
shroud
there are deep echoes across the
dry wall
while goat is nimble and tempts you
to fall
where
no salvation comes from a dead lord
we're
cast adrift and there's no guiding star
no
symbol serves to act as luminar
and
we have taken a strange one aboard
as
sign and seal in these realms unexplored
of
all our dangers yet we're not so far
beyond
the norms of everyday devoir
but
have paid more than mortals can afford
we
asked for honesty and got hard stone
straight
in the face nothing could be so plain
but
to push onward is the single choice
that
folk of honour have bred in the bone
regardless
of the threat of lash and chain
or
whether the old villains will rejoice
no count of years may
still the hand of fate
but yet the kindly
sunrise eases pain
as those who fought
arise to fight again
with little rancour
and without debate
for once removed the
horrors cease to grate
on any soul and there’s
no longer strain
when each of us can
see the future plain
and know that we’re
the owners of the state
this is the promise
made by those who sleep
beneath our soil whose
lives gave ours full worth
that a bright morning
would our people see
not as a flock of
tired and hungry sheep
but as a folk in
fullest time of mirth
enjoying every taste
of liberty
