On a pillow of cement
Rest a thousand dreaming heads
The destitute and diffident
Thrown away and left for dead
Systematic rejections
Souls forgotten and ignored
But their eyes still bear the shine
Of the love of our own Lord
(Dream on, my children)
These are the thirsting and the starved
(Your King is coming soon)
These are the naked and the sick
These are the least
(Sleep well, my children)
These are our brothers
(Your Kingdom is at hand)
Woe to those who mock the poor
In contempt of their Creator
Woe to those who vomit judgment
While choking on their hatred
Woe to those who praise the system
As it tears down our sisters' homes
You crush the lilies underfoot
You smear the roses in the dirt
Disgrace the beauty of the common
And wonder why the noble weeps
Potmos Hetoimos - The Lilies Underfoot Lyrics
Potmos Hetoimos - The Lilies Underfoot Lyrics
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On a pillow of cement
Rest a thousand dreaming heads
The destitute and diffident
Thrown away and left for dead
Systematic rejections
Souls forgotten and ignored
But their eyes still bear the shine
Of the love of our own Lord
(Dream on, my children)
These are the thirsting and the starved
(Your King is coming soon)
These are the naked and the sick
These are the least
(Sleep well, my children)
These are our brothers
(Your Kingdom is at hand)
Woe to those who mock the poor
In contempt of their Creator
Woe to those who vomit judgment
While choking on their hatred
Woe to those who praise the system
As it tears down our sisters' homes
You crush the lilies underfoot
You smear the roses in the dirt
Disgrace the beauty of the common
And wonder why the noble weeps
Rest a thousand dreaming heads
The destitute and diffident
Thrown away and left for dead
Systematic rejections
Souls forgotten and ignored
But their eyes still bear the shine
Of the love of our own Lord
(Dream on, my children)
These are the thirsting and the starved
(Your King is coming soon)
These are the naked and the sick
These are the least
(Sleep well, my children)
These are our brothers
(Your Kingdom is at hand)
Woe to those who mock the poor
In contempt of their Creator
Woe to those who vomit judgment
While choking on their hatred
Woe to those who praise the system
As it tears down our sisters' homes
You crush the lilies underfoot
You smear the roses in the dirt
Disgrace the beauty of the common
And wonder why the noble weeps
Writer: Matt Matheson
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