Every Age

every age struggles with praise
tries to devise ways
through the sacred maze

some always stay so far away
from the world war ranging on and on

seduced and induced [by] false fruits
the snake-charmers flute
hides a blood-thirsty brute

they’ve turned away
can’t/won’t stand
in the Light of Day

Heaven’s Headband
hangs on a solo mic stand
close to the fans
downstage from the rest of the band

beat the drum
a rhythmic romance
captured motion
that becomes a devotion
and in time grows and shines
gives praise in new ways

raise your arms as the music plays
there's nothing much to say
about the remains of the day...