Pillar of Truth - Lucy Dacus

Your hands are folded

Your eyes are closing

Your words are broken

Your eyes are dry

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust

You are your mother’s child

You’re a mother of a mother of a mother now

Raised in the age of the milkman

I can’t claim to understand

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust

Lord, prepare me

For the shadows

For the sparrows

At my window

Lord, have mercy

On my descendants

For they know not what they do

For they know not who you are, Lord

And they know not what to do

I, the anchor, am slowly sinking

Into darkness yet unknown

But the fading light around me

Is full of faces who carry my name

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust

Lord, be near me

My final hour

I once had sight

But now I’m blind

Oh, I tried to be

A second coming

And if I was

Nobody knew

If my throat can’t sing

Then my soul screams out to you!

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust

I’m weak looking at you, a pillar of truth, turning to dust