The Miracle
Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails
Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle
Ready to unfold
Building a stairway
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles
Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head
The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep
Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth
Building a stairway
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles
We’re laughing and
We’re dancing
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives
Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives
Feel so free
Dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives
Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives
Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011
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