Still Falling
Music & Lyrics by David Greathouse
© 2013, Sourdough Music, ASCAP

Free falling, beloved, you didn't slip you were shoved
Now you're only holding to hopes held in creases and folds
And in miracles falling from heaven like stars shooting through
We're still falling from grace like we're hell-bound to do
Will dropping to knees ever ease the folly of fools?
Or the hell that's still falling?

In a flash, we vanished like vapor. Only our shadows survived
They told us we died to spare lives of soldiers. Us old folks and children and brides
They called it the lesser of evils. They called it the turn of the tide
They say that it ended the senseless offensives and need to heed calls to serve sides
But those of us here called it blinding. Those of us here felt it burn
There was no time for tears or to hold loved ones near
We were gone before fear crossed our minds

When it fell from the sky on that bright August morning, wounds of the world cauterized
But that fiery cloud rising had redefined mourning for the few poisoned souls who survived
Left with tears too toxic to cry

Can you hear the gall of humanity daring decree we've evolved?
The sheer volume of sanity lost and repeated malfeasance involved
And from below its radiant glow the ghosts of Hiroshima know
The bomb is still falling

I'm not sure we can simply evade it. Forever, we're fated with need
To plead absolution from heirs of solutions inflicted to purchase some peace
Will the blood-lust ever be sated? Will we ever stop baiting the beast?
Someday may we know the absence of sorrow and the taste of an unconquered peace

But if paper is shaped into birds filled with faith a wish is fulfilled, so they say
And the world will remember the souls lost in embers, interred in the cinders that day

So what are you doing today, when the children of tragedy ask you?
Can you truthfully say you're resolved to see hatred dissolved?
I don't care how it's done. I don't care what it's called
But we've got to get up and stop stalling
So before the sun sets, give pause but take steps
Regret never rests
And the bomb is still falling