ROPE

Can you hear the wind howling Through the streets all deserted Mountains of sand where the roads used to be

The doors are all open And no signs on the windows A headline caught in the breeze Too horrible to read

Through the tips of your fingers You can feel subtle vibration The world as we know it Will soon fade away

Leave behind your possessions And set off at daybreak There is nowhere a man Whom thinks he can stay

You can still see the shadows of expressionless faces What can you do when you're caught unaware?

You can't even run out of time When time runs out on you Some ran for their lives Others sat and they stared

There's a rope in the desert For the blind men to follow Their skin turned red Beneath the sweltering sky

Left behind by the masses Who ran for nearest shelter Under the hands of madmen Who did not know how to try

The blisters on their faces Cry out for salvation Their thirst bellows mute Lost its voice long ago

No sympathy of strangers No Samaritan to help them Wherever it leads They just follow the rope

Talk heard in faint whispers Of a place called Redemption Where the eyes of the blind Become those that can see

Don’t be distracted by the sirens That call out before you Hallucinations and mirages Of things that deceive

Keep the eyes of your heart Upon the place called Redemption Feel the pull as it tells you The right way to turn

The violence is over For there is nothing to fight for You will have what you need And a new law to learn

If blind men could see The masses of millions Wading through the desert With a rope of their own

Who blazed these trails? Through a desert of the dying The sands of the ground Made of old windlashed bones

Respond please if able To the invitation which calls you To the place called Redemption Rise if you can

At the gate is a blind man With vision resurrected He welcomes you with gifts And a loving outstretched hand

Close you eyes and shut out The noise of the fallen Feel for your rope And travel at will

To the place called Redemption Press on though so weary Join the walk of the blind It beacons you still