The Death Of Emmitt Till (cover)

God Bless America

Someone's Story

the Odyssey by Folk Avery

my youth was blessed with dafodiles 
that grew along the gentle hill
i gazed onto the valley below
where the darkest shadows grow

a spirit rose from the depths 
cloaked in the torn rags of death
whispering to me a name
that flowed like the downward rain

oh I never will be satisfied
without the thrill of the other side

I took it in and loved it then 
the hand of the soulless man
he whom walks in the ether of sound
and rebels in the blood stained ground

in the pale and somber nights
I look up and see my home 
Glistening in the amber lights
I have left my throne

I will be now and forever 
the voice of the voiceless strangers
the tremors that destroy and create
the fire that burns down this gate