Lens
Location
58601
United States
46° 55' 14.484" N, 102° 51' 17.3412" W
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Falling from the hands of grace
Are minutes every hour
And from these eyes of purest lace
Comes every ounce of power
Those who've strayed from fortune's path
Have arms they've opened wide
Though loving ones around them fail
To see the burning pride.
They've grasped the shaking hands
Of brothers who've been lost
And lead them to the furthest lands
Of ever-lessening cost
They've pried obstructing nails
From most agnostic eyes
And shone their lights in pales
Of bluer iris skies
They burn their candles bright
They light their torches high
And though they've lost the sight
They couldn't ever lie.
For they've got tongues and voice
Whose greatest acts ring loud
But far above the noise
Their father source is proud
And so they live another day
Brandish both their swords and pens
Their mouths in war cries stay
As they peer through bigot's lens