Voices of the Deep - Portraits

And they let it go, primeval sea

It surged over land.

wiping it clean

And they let it go.

primeval sea

It surged over land.

wiping it clean

A dream came to me.

an ocean deep

And light turns to black, under the sea

And they let it go, primeval sea

It surged over land, wiping it clean…

All that was built now falls away

Light of evening star is fading

What have we done to seal this fate?

Are we not even worth saving?

Can the shattered pot be put right

Hand in hand I must preserve a story lost to sight

What do these wedge shaped letters mean?

Stories less than voices gone

Lessons forgotten now unseen

So many voices lost to violence

Can the tattered book be put right?

Fit the pieces back

To bring the voices back to life!

Falling apart again.

turning to dust

Falling apart again, turning to dust

Crushing down again, fade to black

Water floods the land, fade to black

Crushing down again, fade to black

Water floods the land, bring it back

Resurrect from rubble, reemerge dust

Hear the words of rubble, reemerge from dust

As the walls now crumble, persevere we must

Desecrated dust!

Desecrated dust!

Resurrect from rubble, reemerge dust

Hear the words of rubble, reemerge from dust

As the walls they crumble, persevere with just

Desecrated dust!

Can you hear me now?

Here these words, we were first to emerge

From the flood where our people converged

From the depths we emerge

From the darkness our stories are heard!

Here these words, we were first to emerge

From the flood where our people converged

From the depths we emerge

From the darkness our stories are heard!

From the depths we emerge

From the darkness our stories are heard!