Robert Stanley: Music

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This song is about the deception we face everyday and whether we'll choose to succumb to the lies that are so subtle at times we don't even detect them unless we open our eyes and choose to fight.

"I HEARD"

I heard the voice a-callin’, like a crystal, clearer still,
With a scent like freshness wakened by the dew.
I asked my friends about it but they hadn’t heard a thing;
I say, “asked”, but somehow already knew.

I heard the bells a-ringing, as to wake a sleeping Muse.
Could laugh, were not such tragedy
That grips the eyes and ears and hearts
They function not to choose.
My cynicism cannot make them free.

And I heard the mothers crying
For the sons who lost their way
With tears reserved for those who never knew.
For had they scraped away the thin
But well-designed veneer,
They’d have seen the shelter sitting near and true.

When will we admit that everything they say is wrong?
Each day another shaving of what’s right,
‘Til some don’t even question cuz we’ve let it go so long,
And some too scared, or lazy for the fight.
Fight!

I hear the werewolves howling for the blood of the sincere
And conscientious voices of our young.
It takes the silver bullet (Are we wise enough to hear?)
To purge ourselves from all their wretched dung.