Did you burn out in the fire
When the flames got too high
Did you lose your shroud of cloud
When you touched the sky
Was your temple made of straw
Or was it made of gold
When the lightning struck
And the thunder rolled
Did you weather all the seasons
Or was your reign in vain
And did the blood you shed
Only leave behind a stain
When you danced across the water
Of the living dead
Did they sacrifice their lies
Or turn away instead
You ran around high circles
In the air of nowhere fast
Now you present your future
With fragments of the past
When you finally got the message
Written on the throne
You looked behind to find
Your mind had turned to stone
When you knelt before the altar
To offer up your prayer
You found your heart was empty
And your soul was bare
Without a trace of grace
Where will you place the blame
On the day when time stands still
And you have to answer to your name.
Lyndon Queripel
