Is it really any wonder
the love a stranger might receive
Though he be lost in the valley
and there be times he don't believe?
Can he wait for coming angels
to deliver a last reprieve,
Or must he travel evermore
through the dreams that the sinners weave?
Does the dyeing man wrest a soul
from one that follows close behind,
Or does he lay his trust with those
whom have no promises aligned?
The shelters of reality
have moved away from ties that bind,
They’ve opened up the yesterdays
and all the cuts that seemed unkind.
Come the settling of the ev’ning,
when distant church bells have been rung,
Breezes carry the hollow words
held by the songs that once were sung.
Some memories still call the tune
to which the younger clans have clung,
While futures ride on winds of change
far from where the lost souls were hung.
Now count the days until the tides
can move love through a change of hue,
Recall the face of one now gone
and all it was he never knew.
Maybe the voices offer up
more than predictions made for you
While strangers move quick from the night,
once more into the angel’s view.