A Crossing

A Crossing

An acoustic folk song unfolds as journal entries made by those fleeing a dangerous life-threatening conflict, invasion or industrial disaster. The chorus is a damning lament against those who would choose chaos over peace.

Ballad, Poignant, Melancholy, Protest, Folk, Cinematic, Introspective, Acoustic Guitar, Singer-Songwriter, Political

• Lyrics

  we turned face
  at the crossing
  tumbled back
  toward a town
  we fled
  before that morning
  when the metal rains
  fell to the ground

  we strayed through
  brush and brambles
  off the roads
  away from crowds
  we slept
  by day in ditches
  inching and uncertain
  following the sound

  when you’re summoned by a savior
  who disdains all those we love
  will you follow blind and willing
  will you kiss the empty glove
  will you bellow, bleed and kill then
  will you shoot the white wing dove?

  we chanced there
  at the river
  a shivering child
  in tear-stained gown
  we fed
  her full at morning
  and repaired
  her golden crown

  we turned to face
  the current
  no falling back
  no standing down
  we braved
  despite the warning,
  drones were swarming
  gathering in clouds

  when you’re summoned by a savior
  who disdains all those we love
  will you follow blind and willing
  will you kiss the empty glove
  will you bellow, bleed and kill then
  will you shoot the white wing dove?