Graham Philip d'Ancey

 

Garden of Tears

Walking alone 

In the garden of tears

Resting in the moments 

That gave all the years

Meaning

The anguish of a man 

The forsaken dreams of youth

The time spent in torment 

To find a single truth,

To believe in

To believe in himself

 

Shadows of the past 

Wisp before his eyes

Violence and destruction 

Wasting so much life

For no reason

Deep within his soul 

A flame begins to burn

Thoughts no longer torment him 

His heart no longer yearns

For he knows

He knows what he must do

False Prophet

Corruption seethes 

Upon his very tongue

The prophet shields the light

The darkness is too bright

For men to see

He is the usurper 

Foretold would come

To steal men's hearts away

And chain them to decay

Their eyes are blinded

By his words so pure and wise

Beneath his gilded lies

The lord of misrule cries

For genocide


The puppet master 

Wields his craft too well

For as he pulls the strings

The prophet bows and sings

The people dance

They recite their lines with joy

Beneath the darkening sky

A dragon begins to rise

And now is seen

Seven trumpets blast the silence

The pillars of wisdom crack

The knowledge of man 

Whiplashes in his face

Atomic waste

Freedom

There have been many stories

There have been many tales

Of one mans oppression of another

Taking the blood of your brother


As one man cries in his dingy cell

In the depths of the earth and life's wishing well

Of freedom, sweet freedom, be free


For freedom is something

You just cannot touch

You just cannot feel

So how can it be real

Freedom is for you

Freedom is for me

Freedom is freedom

But you just cannot see


So tell me what your asking

So tell me what's your aim

To free those already free

And take from them just to give to me


Oh don't imagine that it isn't true

For whatever it is I value so should you

My freedom, sweet freedom, be free


Freedom is for you

Freedom is for me

Be Free


Dave Convoy:- lyric

Anthony Sales:- melody

Graham Philip d'Ancey:- instrumental arrangement

Sacred Passion

People crying, people dying

does anybody know, anybody else

Our population it is exploding

does anybody know, how too control it

Concrete boxes, statistical faces

does anybody know, who they really are


People laughing, while some of us are starving

why don't we all, lend a helping hand

The Amazon jungles, hold primitive people

but in some ways, are we not more primitive than them

Weapons for killing, what kind of beginning

are we handing down too our sons

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