let the kingdom come,
down
from these heights, on
heaven's high
higher, higher,
reaching to the
place in the sky, far
from sight
far from the touch of
light
to sense of reason,
belonging all for me
again, and again, as
the space do
miss, all the points
in-between
the colors and the
dream, i do see
the kingdom moving, on
clouds, a whisper
speaking for
my tongue, dripping
down, as rain for
mist, does the dew
of morning, taste so
much, as the sight
as seen, on color for
the world, in me
a wisp in the air, to
show shadow leaping
from kingdom's gates,
high, higher still
from the highest
places, on the backs of giants
do our spirits surely
roam, from story to story
our voice to the
moment, echo before the fall
calling out, between
the canyons racing
towards tomorrow's
knight, whose hand a cliff
and feet the might of
earth and wind, i know
to face the strength,
of the world, before the world
to a touch of the
gods, spinning, to which i find
and slowly i know, as
my only place, to heaven
can surely wait, for a
man such as me, for a
man such as me, before
the eyes, of angels
waking, walking among,
amidst us spirits
waiting, for heaven's
gate, a beckon to our name
so shall we find, in
all the reason, in all the mind
of peace, of place, in
kingdom's heralds
on shoulders, shall we
wait, for the sound of morning
to the gale of song,
the kingdom is coming
the kingdom is falling
down, high from higher still
a place a madness, a
time of will
by her might, the
sadness still becomes my name
and speaks such
fortune, to heaven knows no game
to play for souls, as
luck would seem, the devils show
reveal the wind of
magic, on spite still shall we be
on the heaven or
earth, the sand but a moment
collecting inside of
me
let the kingdom come,
come down from its birth
the place of knowing,
heights yet unseen, but a kind
these faces, flowing
in the air, as the way of gods surely know
not that which is
seen, but found, unaware, are the colors of dream
as we collapse, and so
we fall, the souls are lost, on wisdom spent
controlling the truth