Murray Attaway Allegory
I see the noon and the noon see me
The moon looks down on what I long to be
There's grace in the heat and grace in the hall
But the Grace of God is over us all
Sudden move in the stars
Whenever I look to the skies I can get lost
Stand in a mirror and know that I am a fragment of
something greater than I
Spicks of dust in a moonbeam gathering shape and potent
Of greatness waiting to light
Even the wind in the trees is the allegory
Everything that is and ever will be
Is the allegory
We can stand with both feet firmly on the ground
And let our heads get lost so thoroughly in the clouds
Conjure up visions of power and romance, destinies
changed
In the twinkle of an eye
Stumble and fall, always searching, desperate to gain
some reason
In the life
But even the wind in the trees is the allegory
Everything that is and ever will be
Is the allegory
I see the noon and the noon see me
The moon looks down on what I long to be
There's grace in the heat and grace in the hall
But the Grace of God is over us all
Sudden move in the stars
Whenever I look to the skies I can get lost
Sweat in this foundry of lies
Hammer my soul until it looks something more like me
Forge a chain that binds us like slaves to a dark and
omninous dream
While even the wind in the trees is the allegory
Everything that is and ever will be
Is the allegory
