The Chosen One

(Dale Ratliff d. 1990)

All the restless driven moments
And the calm restrictive air
And the unsung songs you left us
Point just like your handsome stare
In the valley of the chosen one
You are still a perfect song
We are singing broken verses
You will always be the one

You will always be the one
Burnt like ashes from a tomb
You will always live forever
You live in my afternoon
You will always be a prayer
You're the first to see the sun
And we walk the road behind you
To the Valley of the Chosen One

Strange that you should sleep so calmly
Having murdered all our nights
While you rest in perfect blackness
We still wrestle with the light
We still wrestle with a vision
We still lose what you have won
We still win what cost you plenty
In the Valley of the Chosen One

1990