Upon The Tongue Of Eloquence

<p>Through the stillbirth swoon, the children are silent Existing in dreams, surreal oblivion Through time, torn tombs, the children are screaming Dreaming of life, the nightmares to come</p><p>Through tear stained eyes, the children are drowning Within the depths, they seek the courage Through white wombs, the children are laughing Dreaming of wings, for what times may come</p><p>Reflections behold such dreams of man They beseech the sun for the new day Opening their eyes to beauty's lament The seas of luminescence</p><p>Between their fingers awaken dead realms But o glorious fate leaves them blind What eyes would close to abhor the womb? Stumbling onwards only to be left behind</p><p>The catharsis seized, a breath of life Eruptions of passion and focus Blackening idle beliefs Now all eyes are upon the tongue of eloquence</p><p>Reflections behold such dreams of man They beseech the sun for the new day Opening their eyes to beauty's lament The seas of luminescence</p><p>Between their fingers awaken dead realms But o glorious fate leaves them blind What eyes would close to abhor the womb? Upon the tongue</p>