The Sweet Tent of Revival
Come with me, here, into the sweet tent of revival
where feral suffering lies behind a curtain
of regrets, jeopardizing joy's bountiful banquet
on sunny days, when treason is least expected
Where feral suffering lies behind a curtain
the wizard's wizened stare dares you not to pay homage
on sunny days, when treason is least expected
propelling pangs of regret too bitter to swallow
The wizard's wizened stare dares you not to pay homage
since tardy tutelage can be remiss
propelling pangs of regret too bitter to swallow
submerging newfound hope in a quicksand of doubt
Since tardy tutelage can be remiss
you forget that the pain is only a memory
submerging newfound hope in a quicksand of doubt
squeezing the life breath from judgment
You forget that the pain is only a memory
needing the dust shaken out of rusty wings
squeezing the life breath from judgment
instead, let's soar into the wild winds of joy
Needing the dust shaken out of rusty wings
of regrets, jeopardizing joy's bountiful banquet
instead, let's soar into the wild winds of joy --
Come with me, here, into the sweet tent of revival