LYRIC FOR SALE

By Stephanie M Mancini

The Altar of the Dry Ground (Verse 1) She said everything she meant And meant every word she said She wasn't carved from malice Just the truth inside her head But they stood where the river died In the dust and the burning heat Planting prayers in a salt-cracked ground At the ruins of her feet (Chorus) Sometimes life empties our pockets Turns the world upside down To see if we can recognize The king without a crown She was never here to be mean She was the crack where the mystery flows Revealing the life in the dried-out place That only the Heart-Language knows (Verse 2) There was no water in the sand But they stayed to watch it rain Begging life from a dried-out place Trying to harvest joy from pain She simply spoke from somewhere deep within her chest Where ancient secrets sleep Calling the soul to wake itself While weary senses dream (Bridge — The Vision) She sees the silver threads that tie the prayer to the star, The maps written in the architecture of nature She sees angels standing like pillars, holding up the stars She doesn't see a desert to be saved, But the vast, open threshold of a holy door we've all craved (Final Chorus) Sometimes the Great Hand turns us inside out To show us what the mind cannot conceive She was never here to be mean She was the silence in the prayer Giving voice to the holy ghosts Moving through the air She was living beyond what we were taught to believe (Outro) She sees the river where we see the sand She feels the rain before it hits the land She lets the rest... She lets the rest... Rest