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Fisher of Men

If I should fly this earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps
to the beating of a rythm
in the cadence my heart keeps

My heart shall beat its measure
to the faucet's broken seam
that leaks my mind to other worlds
and begs my soul to dream

I dream I fish for souls of men
seawater drops the looking glass
My ship is coming on the tide 
I pray this vessel be my last

The souls of men shall be my treasure
of which I'd fill the cargo hull
for nothing fills my heart with pleasure
like fishing for men's souls

So on, and on, and on I fish
while the dripping cuts the seam
that leaks my mind to all dimensions
and frees my soul that beams

For while I'm pleasedwith bigger fish
it's the smaller ones I rue
The schools of the smaller souls 
my nets keep passing through

So finer nets than theseI'll need 
and time's no cost to me it's true
these finer nets I need take time
God rest my weary crew

These finer nets my looms will spin
and for these I count the cost
The smaller souls I'll catch in time
before they're even lost

I know the winds of fortune
are fickle with their kiss
but I know just what the future holds 
an eternity of bliss

So if I fly this earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps
to the beating of that rythm
in the cadence my heart keeps


I'll send my prayers straight up to God
in the twinkling of an eye
To save those souls a wandering
before they even die

God save me from the devil's hand
and spare me from the rod
My heart is broken from this world 
I give my soul to God

I follow stars by ship at night
and sail all seven seas
to find the souls of men who're lost
by ones, and twos, and threes

My destiny was never wrote
my fate was ne'r decreed
My choices all were made for naught
for this my heart will bleed

So if I fly this earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps
to the beating in the rythm
of the cadence my heart keeps

My ship's a coming on the tide
and fishing is my game
all the souls I've caught thus far
will never be the same

My ship's a coming on the tide
and sunshine rays come down
another soul is caught in time
they're lost and then they're found

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