 songs & lyrics Him (Unreleased) They turned to him their eyes And they gave him their ears His promises echoed like the drumbeat That had filled their hearts for years And he never told a lie And he never let the vision die And he never let a child cry They lifted him like a mighty bird Their fire burned in the rhythm of his words He was confirmed in the place To which he had been raised He was the symbol of their dream And he had always been And he would always gleam Their love it ran a desperate race And one day it came like a wasp to a sleeping baby's face Soft, warm skin pierced by a cold sharp sting They saw that they had made him king And no one knew quite what to do So the lie it grew and grew and grew But those who spoke its name were few Breath multiplied with nothing said The king is a god but the god is dead Although he looks like life to those who breathe With short, sharp breaths that spell out their fear No one knew who they should blame When the wind rose up, their king to claim And, thus, the final act of worship came. 1 April 1997, Ramallah, Palestinian West Bank |