Heresy

Newborn spring
There is violence in the country
Nothing to me
But another name carved in a tree
Fruit of the Earth
Adds up the grand passage of time
Former self
Fading in the half light of the pine

And I don't know where I stand
In the palm of open hands
Reaching out to me
The face of heresy

Egg shell birth
Beckons the coming of Easter time
Child of a curse
Destined to never taste blood wine
Where is your king?
There's still violence in the city
He is nothing to me
But a broken savior set free

And I don't know where I stand
In the palm of open hands
Reaching out to me
The face of heresy
And you want me to be true
But your hero is my fool
Still you're blaming me
The face of heresy



Credits
Writer(s): Leah Dunn
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