A Scarcity of Miracles

Night falls
As darkness reappears
The madness and the fears close behind now
Faith calls me to question who I am
With neither myth nor man stand beside them
Say not what you are but what you were
Daylight still my soul

Night falls the secrets still remain
The panic and the pain still belies them

Pizzaro and conquistadors
The debris and the metaphors
And the scarcity of miracles he'd found

Valverde and the battle lines
And everything it undermines
And the scarcity of miracles we'd found

A scarcity of miracles