Vacant Skies

Vacant Skies, a space for human mouths To lead and swallow Earth The land repeats the words, the words define its worth The mouth then speaks of life, A brief reality It crafts and then defines The time before we're Free. Are you Free. You say you are Oh, and yet here we are You and I, are calling far Oh, A momentary cry You and I, under the Vacant Sky Vacant skies The borders of belief, For those that breath below The lips that now divide To preside, will decide Amongst what is misused, here inside the self What is known as truth, what is known as Free. Are you Free. You say you are Oh, and yet here we are You and I, are calling far Oh, A momentary cry You and I, under the Vacant Sky Free. Are you Free. You say you are Oh, and yet here we are You and I, are calling far Oh, A momentary cry You and I, under the Vacant Sky