The Reverend

I saw him glide A tear in the sky Saw him walk by As I crossed the line It was the day that you went away I was distracted; too many names This is the morning after This is the day We wait in line for the Reverend Some people live by the light of rays Seizing each day as if meant to stay I search in books, while away my days Blessed with the task of remembering This is the morning after This is the day We wait in line for the Reverend Noble it is to be self-inclined But now and again we may need a guide I saw him glide, was he ever there? In a mirage answered all my prayers This is the morning after This is the day We wait in line for the Reverend