Jack M. Senff - Low Spirit

I hear tolling bells in the valley
I hear longing in the shadow around me
I hear a scared boy, spitting in my face
“Just because we're rooted doesn't mean we're in place.”
But I hear it gets easier
Watching a good thing die—
That's time spilling through the cracks in my hand
I'm a low spirit in a strange land
Oh yeah

In the morning I see righteous conviction
That I am someone who someone should listen
But by night I see a fool in the moon's glow
cnother Day not playing on the radio...
But I've seen what it means to be humbled
To be no one, or nothing at all—
That's time spilling through the cracks in my hand
I'm a low spirit in a strange land
Oh yeah

Then I smell blood hanging thick in the air
I smell the shame & the anger we share
I smell the sorrow rank & unrelating
It's been hard to watch the world as it's ending
Yeah it's been hard to watch the world as it's ending...
& though there might be hope come tomorrow
It's always just out of reach in the moment—
That's time spilling through the cracks in my hand
I'm a low spirit in a strange land
Oh yeah

Birds eye view, so weary, whiling/
Overwhelmed by darkness but I'm trying/
Sky above the sun's resigning/
Overwhelmed by darkness but I'm trying—
That's time spilling through the cracks in my hand
I'm a low spirit in a strange land

Written by:
JACK SENFF

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