Exiled Into Innocence

there is mercy in the heart of a lion
blank expressions burned into place
brilliant lights in a locked up room
many runners in a one man race...
there are no rungs on the ladder they're climbing
inner visions of wonder and dream
a starlit night with a drop-shadow moon
endless spools of daylight and green....

turning heads turn bridges to sand
exiled with the wave of the hand
there is mercy in the heart of a lion
there is treasure in the souls of the damned