Towers Bend

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 1998. All Rights Reserved.

Ancient scribes have written
words I can not comprehend.
Knowledge, precious knowledge
is a freedom to defend.

All that is known is nothing in the end
towers bend

Riding through the desert
with a message to relay.
Words of consolation
for maggots made of clay.

All that is said is nothing in the end
towers bend

Living in the shallow
hope that all this can remain.
Movement, just a movement
is a flicker not a flame.

All that is done is nothing in the end
towers bend

Holy visions come through
and the wise men all pretend.
Pieces of puzzle
that we can not comprehend.

All that is seen is nothing in the end
towers bend