Solving For X and Y:

Two lines are carried up the hill Your Father tells you it’s his will to struggle with the wooden “x” Spit, rocks, and taunts are filled with hex. The prophets’ words are now fulfilled Two lines are carried up the hill Nails forced into your feet and hands Your home is not on sea or land In clouds you sit and will await the day you come to cast the fate two lines are carried up the hill the books are old, but followed still We know “why” you have summoned us to live with hearts of faith and trust Love pure like water that’s distilled Two lines are carried up the hill