My Russia - Wovenhand

the morning comes

I’ve not yet closed my eyes

cold and bright as I need it the sun does rise

these were my thoughts as I passed neath your window

saw you through stained glass

with only one eye

hide me in your hand

with the mother of my children

where the land sinks deep in it’s color

bless the ground where we kneel

safe in your woven creel

we follow for you speak

you speak as no other

no one asked any questions

for fear that I might answer

they covered their ears to your song

have I shown them compassion

have I shown them any love

I hope they know it come

from the father above

self righteous self pity

this I do not doubt

bind and turn the strong man out

for you know my frame

the sound of my new name

as I hold forth nothing worth saving

for I am everything

I am everything

I am everything that he is not