For The Glory

You will see

And you will be seen

You will go and spread your golden wings

And they will all come

To worship at your glory
Fickle interest will wane

Then they will each leave

All tired of your story

You know we will declare it

As we worry away our lives

And we sing our songs so loudly

Just to keep the cold outside

We burn the fire brightly

To keep away our demise

Oceans break over mountains

Making only shores in the morning
Scattered white bits on the beaches

Scavenging the shells for a reason

To go along

To move, to finish this song

To mill the wood and words

To put the world to work

Gorgeous green eyed  morning

To worry away this solid rock

To write these words all wrong

If only to finish this story

To grieve for whats long gone

Pain is in the nature of loves glory