A sacred curse of change

She came to me as in a dream
Where she told me to follow the river
And there at the end by the old stone tree
She came down from the sky and sang to me

Go forth lone ranger
Go on and share those tears you cry
For the ones who linger are the ones who die
Upon these lands they rove
Around the arid fields of corn
Sowing seeds of frozen tears
They'll cry out once they're grown

A false cry
A phantom wail
Dressed in rags and feathers of time
Can you hear it now?
It's the sound of rain and thunder
A sacred curse of change is upon you now
And you must face it on your own
As rivers face the rains of stone
And there will be no comfort for you
For it's trail will lead you far away from home

A change is gonna come
A change is gonna come, you boy
Change is gonna come

Awake now
Arise from the crumbling flower of death
And when you wake
Life again will be smiling upon you

Awake