Witness Eye
Lightning flashed across the sky
I am the voice of a thousand
Calling, the wind carries the sound
on the clefts of desire, I respond
Thunder rolled across the land
And I am the voice of a thousand
The curtain was torn from top to twain
And the dead were raised that day
Some weary women watched it all
Trembling and bewildered they fled the tomb
And thunder rolled across the land
For they are the voice of a thousand
False ones shall rise, they all shall fall
Three times Two thousand is this world old
Five times Four hundred in each two thousand
And the covenant rang out from the hills
From the sky, the shatter rent the Earth
and we are the voice of a thousand
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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