Revival

Raining ashes of antiquity Saturating roots of iniquity Rays of blinding passion The ashes blow Heartbeat slowed Yet the thunder still rolls Low lands high heat The sycamore tree Ever so wise Awakened from within Though against the grain Cut down with grace Exuding sweet sap Oh I crave to taste Wet lips, quickened tongue Green grass breath filled lungs Fingertips pressed to the earth Mouth awaiting the trickling truth Invigorating drops quench my thirst Paradigm shift Zeal for life, rebirth Paint me in desire Red the burning sky War on flesh and spirit The wind my battle cry Volatile eruptions Tree branches crepitate Vibrations deep and low Woes ceasing to haunt me so My spirit weightless and free Here lies the dead I arise a new me