Morning Falling Paroles

His sister pressed
Outside
The sun begins to warm the ancient tile

They came that day, hollow men
Agents of a god they could not know
A mile above, distant eyes
Miss desperate pleas that pictures could not show
The morning falling

A shackle snaps
Beneath cold wings
Below
The shepherd is pulled toward home

The shadow falls
A falcon calls
BELOW
His world becomes a mountain of stone
The morning falling

His eyes can see
But His mind can’t hold
What He has seen
The absence of the lives they used to live

A world away
The trigger is pulled
And here there is no reason to forgive