A Captive’s Cry
And the sun just disappeared, birthed us dark and wasted years held captive by our fears. Arms reached up to grasp at lies, found a vacant, scornful sky and everybody cried. And everybody cried.
A graveyard blanket covered Earth, bloody water, tainted dirt taught everyone to hurt. For Fate had played a filthy joke, the priest had rent his sacred cloak, the poets never wrote. The poets never wrote.
Golden treasure turned to sand and made a desert of the land, it was so hard to stand. For desert without sun is just a field of broken dreams and dust, and we’ll die as we must. And we’ll die as we must.
The aeons came, the epochs went, the children became withered, bent from hopeless ages spent. Care not you for these gods we made, care not for souls as yet unsaved, resigned unto the grave. Resigned unto the grave.
At last the moon shone through the clouds, as storms of madness ceased to pound I kissed the holy ground. As tear-stained eyes glanced high above a star appeared, a sacred dove, I still believe in love. I still believe in love.
“A Captive’s Cry” was written by Randall Jones. Randall has previously contributed to our Top 100 Christian Rock Albums series. You can read his contributions here.
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I love the progression from hopelessness to hope.
Amazing…what talent!!