The Argus

Yesterday we lost our lives, tomorrow we were born
Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the
Argus All that he might help us see
Magna eyes the track for miles, looking for disease
Puzzled by the mountains - tricked by the sea and the
Argus is practiced compassion with an eye on you, as one is on me will the god eye grant his forgiveness and allow he that's lived, a reason to see
Counting days and building walls, bells ring so's to warn
All the signs that guide us, chosen by the
Argus Tell me has chosen you
Led by form we'll shed our soul
Trusting like a child
See the dark face that saved us
Drink from his empty eyes and the
Argus is practiced compassion with an eye on you, as one is on me will the god eye grant his forgiveness letting droplets of light erupt from the sea...
Lying in beds of garlic and orchids, he closes an eye, which closes another and in sleep he dreams, of watching and looking and feather clouds dancing
He curls up his lid and sleeps...
Swirling with visions on man's confusion
All of the work, done just to appease him
The Argus he cries, though love has it's place in the sun
It's only man's fear that carries him on...