There is Hope for You Yet

Watch the world of another slowly collapse
By the shaking of hands and tables and pens
Since ever the words began to relapse
Rest in sure shot heretics that we begin to lament

For truth was nothing, is nothing if not displayed
I told you so this time is not going to do better
But a story is everything that changes a life
And you'll never see chaos until you've met her

Such fragile, frail faces buried inside the plastered shell
Kill the bouquet of grace that fell from the sky
And landed on you, on us, that paths can never parallel
For when your path was gone, you were carried from strife

When tears fall like Niagara from above the seam-ripped Earth
Truth spills over as a cup runs dry from the overflow
Trust when I say joy comes like a woman giving birth
And the beautiful faces will rise from the down below