Between Skylla and Charybdis

A crown or cross inspires belief
A candescent sun glows
Under cloud of night, the beckoning moves
My father spoke to me of rivers
Of which he never tried
Head in hand with silverlings
They feel so cold
It feels so cold

The curtains close, lumps in throats
The puppetry was wizardry
The beckoning moves
And so the winter rain without cease
And also the sun with its thick black rays
Reached me
Here

Take heed
Take heed
Take Heed
Little children believe in nebulous dreams
Roused by absurd and cosmic streams
And so the rivers abound
The rivers abound
The rivers abound

Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm
Doubt the rain but the rain will come
Oh! I have seen your storm