The Rise

When raging winds lash out at sea,
When dark moon mocks the sky,
When the child dreams of severed limbs
And the Devil screams in delight –

When man pours another drink
To toast the fiery sight,
When the Lakes of life drown the dead,
Is it then O Lord, you shall rise?

When sweet joys will forever die,
When songs and laughter on deaf ears fall,
When the sense succumbs to untold greed
And the righteous man shall crawl –

When the good suffers a crushing defeat
And light gives way to the darkest night,
When the Devil dances in maddening glee,
Is it then O Lord, you shall rise?

When the tears of phoenix no longer heal,
When a brother takes up the fatal gun,
When love is tainted with rains of blood
And curtains hide the shimmering sun,

When the little girl smiles no more,
When life strangles her silent cries,
When evil rapes the very soul of faith,
O Lord, is it then you shall rise?

In the forests dense, Your light shall shine,
Your touch tremble the mighty kings,
Your glory forever shall reign the mind,
Your tears shall wash the sins –

When the Devil announces its victory march,
When scared and bruised lies the lonely girl,
Its then we plead, with desperate hearts,
Rise, O Lord, Rise!

- Siddhartha