Death or Glory - Dustin Kensrue

An old bearded oak of a man in the street yells

«A storm is coming soon»

The weather man says it will never rain again

By their own respective philosophies, one of them’s just a body

Reading teleprompts in two-piece suits

One of them is too strange and splendid for any to comprehend

I feel something’s coming for me

Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air?

It’s been years of barren skies

But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare

Out there at the edge of town, where the wind whips up

Whispering my name

I walk the streets of this withered and wicked land

My shadow darkens the door of a place I ain’t been before

But I shamble off in shame

Throwing rocks at the rooks with these brittle and broken hands

I feel something’s coming for me

Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air?

It’s been years of barren skies

But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare

I swear I feel the rain in my bones, and I

Imagine thunder shattering stones, playing «Crack the Sky»

I was scared I might be lost in the flood but now

I see more than that, I’m just longing for love in this land so dry

In the dark of the night I woke with a start, and I

Stared across the room

But all I saw was this dream burned across my brain

From here to the ocean there was a field of roses, and I

Watched them burst and bloom

I saw them wither and fade but revive

When they felt the rain start to fall

I feel something’s coming for me

Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air?

It’s been years of barren skies

But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare