Flight

Our children weep, the men can only pray
Can soul be restored in any way
The wisdom of our youth
And the purity of truth
Lie smashed like sugar cane upon the ground

Blue light curve on through clouds of clay
The Phantom's naked skin may shine today
But hearts know where to go
In the sunshine or in snow
To dodge the dancing darkness in their souls

And let the great cities fall
Into a sea of gold
For the traitors to us all
Will be crying to the sun CHORUS

Ragged wings behind closed eyes
Taking flight across the fiery skies
In sleep or in pain
They must fly you just the same
Along the backroads of your times

And your body is a garden in his mind
Forget the dance of death, the sacred lies
The silver rain will call, your eyelids gently fall
And children of still water do not die

CHORUS

Words & Music by Bruce Piephoff, c Piephoff Music, ASCAP