My King

It's at least seven miles since the godless defile Where the raiders had left me for dead On the kind of a night where the kids shake in fright And make fortresses under their beds Still, a song keeps me warm as I crawl through the storm Though it steals every line that I sing I love you, I hear you, my king As in Hansel and Gretel, a trail of rose petals Is snaking back into the wood And there's no hint of fear in the eyes of the deer Drawn to me by the salt in my blood As I choke out the tune that my grandfather crooned; When I fell, it would soothe every sting I love you, I hear you, my king I love you, I hear you, my king If every rhyme has a reason Something divine to believe in Then those who die are still living Carried on the waves There's no light from the town, only night so profound It could bury the brow of the hill But the music that blows from the houses below Tells me whole hearts are beating there still Lovers weaving their symphonies, keener than winter To keep them alive till the spring I love you, I hear you, my king I love you, I hear you, my king I love you, I hear you, my king If every rhyme has a reason Something divine to believe in Then those who die are still living Carried on the waves In a world beyond hope, we float with the ocean We fall and then rise and then fall But the songs of the vanished still echo unblemished Though all else is long past recall I can count every breath between me and my death But I still have enough for one thing I love you, I hear you, my king I love you, I hear you, my king I'll always be near you, my king