Prayer of Smoke

What do they know
Of grit and taming fire
With lily-white hands and eyes
With no desire
To see this life as more than waiting on another
How can they know where power lies?

You hear the scream
Of metal that's as good as your name
The spinning wheels
You swear that they all say the same
And in the heat
That most would jump just to escape
You stay to see the devil without a shape

So here I am
With twisted fingers forming a prayer
From steel and smoke
My message it hangs in the air
My burning lungs may never sing
But are my witness
To what no human words can ever express

My word my bind
Pin pulled, straight line
My task, clear mind
Won't fall down now

Lower your head
They say
Go where you're led
Don't stray
I put my faith
In this feeling of freedom
Each day mine
I'll shut my eyes
Under silent skies
I'll shut my eyes

Guilty and pure wander blind
Believing we are blessed
And in our bodies confined
Are numb to consequence
In what we trust as our guide
We find our final test
As salt or seed is how we'll rest

Can it be wrong
To listen to the calm in your head?
To value work
For which we know we were meant?
To not sit back
And wait on hollow bonds to be done
Or given bread from the barrel of a gun?

My word always my bind
With my pin pulled kick the straight line
It's in my task I'm of a clear mind
Off like a shot
Pushed hard as she got
They'll hear me coming

Lower your head
They say
Go where you're led
Don't stray
I put my faith
In this feeling of freedom
Each day mine
I'll shut my eyes
Under silent skies
I'll shut my eyes
Under silent skies
I'll shut my eyes