longer
Well the day busted open and exploded light
As we turned to face a vision
That had always been there to take care
But we’d been blinded by division.
We saw each other through pure light
That no darkness could ever smother.
The time had come for will to be done.
We’d be brothers to each other
Longer than the edge of night whose day is never done,
Longer than pale sunlight that does not show what can be won,
Longer than the poverty of an empty landing,
And longer than the last attempt of the last man standing.
Well the day busted open and exploded light
As we turned our backs to the past.
We’d no time to lose in the sacred fight.
All the questions had been asked.
Eyes pledged each other mutual trust
That our words could not describe.
The sacred bond of brotherhood
That would forever survive
Longer than the pettiness of two-bit dime store wrath,
Longer than the sorrow of an angry path,
Longer than the emptiness of a false landing,
And longer than the last goodbye of the last man standing.
Well the day busted open and exploded light,
As we turned to face tomorrow
The night was gone and a war was on.
There were answers for us to know.
We’d fight the fight to sanctify right
And, no matter there’d be others,
Standing there in each other’s sight
Our eyes said we’d always be brothers
Longer than the shackles that keep the truth dead still,
Longer than a printing press that only prints life’s bills,
Longer than falsehoods that escape a crash-landing,
And longer than the last breath of the last man standing.