Hour of the Quiet God

Gone was God again tonight
Deny all our soul with TV and day dreams
Lay our prideful heads down to sleep
But in the dawn's light
The decay of our desire's we see
And much sorrow it brings

What does dawn show you
Frost rims the grass with heaven
A solemn forgotten angel dying
In a meadow it becomes the dust

Formless were our prayers tonight
Instead we watched TV and day dreamed
Of better days for ourselves not society
Until slumber took our prideful heads to sleep
But in the dawn's breathless light
The decay of our desire's we see
And much sorrow it brings

What does dawn show us
Frost rims the grass with heaven
A forgotten wingless angel is dying
In a meadow of ash once bright green