Three Men from Damascus

There were three men from Damascus
Dragging their weight on the ground
At the fork of the road each would split to find gold in the towns
On arrival at the crossroads
The three breaking bread, drinking wine
They toasted goodbye on the edge of all yesterday's skies

Said the wise one to the others
"We'll meet back in 15 years time
If the devil shall come when you're down, don't you pay him no mind
Keep your guns to your sides."

Jeremiah, on a mission
Went cross the ocean to save
All those innocent lives behind enemy lines in their way
But every lifter needs a spotter
And one Adam did ask for his Eve
So he knelt to the ground with a prayer from his mouth to the sea

Off the shore of uncharted waters, a crystal so pure caught his eye
When he gave her his hand, she agreed
Then he said, "My dear wife, we've got two friends to find."

There stood Trenton in the trenches
Clutching his rifle to chest
In his pocket a flask, in his heart was the task of goodbyes
He'd been stationed round the country
A young man with two callused eyes
But he never did run, he just stared down the scope of his gun

On the night of emancipation, the soldiers paraded around
With a weight in his heart
Trenton had just one thought that he found
"To that crossroads I'm bound"

It was Samuel, the town vagrant
Begging for coin in his hat
In return he would play them a song that he made days before
On the street of beggar's banquet
Off the isle of getting by
Poor Sam didn't know how to lift his own load in the snow

But she came as mighty messenger
She came there testing pride
She came there as love, as a branch and a dove to remind
"Keep your guns to your side."

Reunited in Damascus
Holding their weight on their backs
Had been 15 years time since that yesterday sky was still theirs
Back at home with some new friends
And some new pairs of eyes
They promised to build up the town that had been left behind