Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace,
Await their place within the ring of calm;
Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
Await the call they know may never come
In times of lightness, no intruder dared upon
To jeopardize the course, upset the run;
And all was joy and hands were raised toward the sun
As love in the halls of plenty overrun

Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,
Unending dances shadowed on the day
Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,
Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay
Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,
Just turn a coin, bring order to the fray;
And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,
But no one seemed to question in anyway

How keen the storied hunter's eye prevails upon the land
To seek the unsuspecting and the weak;
And powerless the fabled sat, too smug to lift a hand
Toward the foe that threatened from the deep
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand
Adrift upon a sea of futile speech?
And to fall to fate and make the 'status plan'
Where was your word, where did you go?
Where was your helping, where was your bow? Bow
Dull is the armour, cold is the day
Hard was the journey, dark was the way Way
I heard the word; I couldn't stay Oh
I couldn't stand it another day, another day,
Another day, another day

Touched by the timely coming,
Roused from the keeper's sleep,
Release the grip, throw down the key

Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the peace
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed

They had to stay!

Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the beat
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed