Stories Lyrics

In the sweet September sky
and the world weighs on my shoulders
There I wrote the writing on the wall
and I wrote the words before it all
And as the days passed I would not age
and as the time flickered I held fast
For I have seen destiny unfold
and I know the story before it's told
Stories of truth and divine intervention
Stories of bliss and of pain
Stories of war and the one last invention
the story that's still to be told
And on this ocean there are leaves in the water
That rise to the surface to dry in the sun
Fall on this wake the trees and the gun fire
Ash stains like blood on the wall
For I see no other way
and wisdom still speaks stronger
However insufferable the home
the house that we burn is still our own
And so it has gone as I have been stayed
Eternally damned in idle restraint
For I have seen destiny unfold
and I know the story before it's told
Stories of truth and divine intervention
Stories of bliss and of pain
Stories of war and the one last invention
The story that's still to be told