maybe in a lifetime the ones like me will resurrect my monument immortal but tarnished I suspect that holds my generation's failures put song. the jail house holding all our years undone the passing of the time we killed when we were young the archives of our blessed few and all that they've done wrong or hadn't done at all when the longing in our lives fades as light resigns away beneath the skyline, 'neath the cities our emptiness reads like a sign with all the love between you and I I'll mind my future as the sunlight trends to life though my divinity may tightrope the sharpest knife because I have none of what lies above beyond the stars and sky beyond the flight of dove.