Morning Falling - David Crosby

His open eyes at first light

We see an echo of his mothers smile

At her breast his sister pressed

Outside the sun begins to warm the ancient tile.

They came that day, hollow men

Agents of a god they could not know

A mile above, distant eyes

Miss desperate pleas that pictures could not show

The morning falling.

A shackle snaps beneath cold wings

Below, the shepherd is pulled toward home

The shadow falls, a falcon calls

Below, his world becomes a mountain of stone.

They came that day, empty men

Agents of a god they’ll never know

High above, those eyes

See what seems to be on screens that glow

The morning falling.

His eyes can see but his mind can’t hold

What he has seen, the absence of the lives they used to live

A world away, the trigger is pulled

Here there is no reason to forgive.