(Mark Smith)

One more time;  Tell me again
One final time;  Tell me when
One more time

Please leave me the wind
Blowing away the cobwebs and the dust
Please leave me the sea
Washing away the slow sands and the rust

I can’t forget . . . the feeling of the wet . . .
The child’s face so unchildlike
The features scratched open so very wild like
A tiger, a lion, and the eyes of Orion
And must this so surely challenge justice; Injustice
Never thought I would see one
And so reason

One more time; Tell me again
It’ll surely sink in; It’ll be done then
One more time

Please leave me the earth
Swallowing up the structure and the common sense
Please leave me the sky
Hypnotizing the expanse and the present tense

I still remember . . . the clouding of the entrance . . .
The god’s act so ungodlike
The divine forgiveness so very odd like
The lyre, the strings, and the Pegasus’ wings
And must this so surely challenge justice;  Injustice
Never thought I would be one
And no reason
With no reason
Never thought I would see one
With no reason
And so reason