in ships that dropped from the sky
I raided graves to ask “why?”
an archeologist’s son

now under cover of carriage
covert traders in passage
safeguard me on the run

I took the scrolls from the darkness
of a well
and now I’m haunted by what they
foretell!

look out
your days that follow!
watch out
for come tomorrow!

the ancient wisdom of ages
and the voices of sages
in the end had their say

but these voluminous pages
cuneiforms that presage us
tell how we lost our way

her words were lost in the darkness
where none dwell
and now I’m hunted by those who
would sell!

look out
your days that follow!
watch out
for come tomorrow!
reach out
to ease your sorrow!
seek out
for come tomorrow

~solo~

he lost himself in the darkness
of that well
and like my father before me
I’ll pray not tell

look out
your days that follow!
watch out
for come tomorrow!
reach out
she’ll ease your sorrow!
seek out
for come tomorrow

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