A Scarcity Of Miracles
Night Falls
As darkness reappears
The madness and the fears close
behind them
Faith calls me to question who I am
With neither myth nor man stand
beside them
Say not what you are but what what
you were
Daylight still my soul
Night falls the secrets still remain
The panic and the pain still belies
them
Pizzaro and conquistadors
The debris and the metaphors
And the scarcity of miracles he'd
found
Valverde and the battle lines and
everything it undermines
And the scarcity of miracles we'd
found
A scarcity of miracles