Lirieke:
Consider The Thief Signs And Wonders

and for every hole a haunt of memory where the voids left too small a space to slip through my recall, the pieces pulled from my door, or forget the holes and

of mine, I see through my mother's eyes. I look to a newer world with the sunrise Where birthrights endow; not to burden and bear, but bless and bestow, and

grave I am a seer of air, of jeweled sight, of many names and auspices and signs, performed in sleights of wooden hand and dealt in miracles of sand and

mountains, and they did not obey, but by brass and belief, their towers will be razed. I sound the horn, shout in song, watch each brick obey my call, and

of hell as me? And tell me, Lord, who holds the key the heaven's narrow doors? 'Cause every time I try to open them I open my right hand and find a stone And

drink it to the dregs, And go where no man follows 'till he follows to the grave" So watch and wait on the hour of dawn O receive your silver and put

lay christened in scent and tears calloused soles that knew no rust, walked splintered meters there across in spite and met the grave's call and called

little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured this would be the lick and we'd be next to shine. And we got everybody screamin' and singin' but these

little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured this would be the lick and we'd be next to shine. And we got everybody screamin' and singin' but these