John Mark McMillan
Ten Thousand
Ten thousand glimmering like coals in our chestBall bearings drawn to the magnetic breathOf ten thousand weeping with wings on their tearsAmidst ten thousand voices for ten thousand yearsFor ten thousand graves yawning unlocked and unlatchedNow ten thousand holes with rocks on their backsTen thousand tombs gaping wide singing the praiseOf ten thousand bodies unlaced and unlaidAs the ten thousand highways unfold their doorsFor the ten thousand standing on Nineveh's shoresWhere the blood of a husband silences warsFor the girl who rises to meet himAnd she singsWorld, I have overcome youWorld, I have overcome youWorld, I have overcomeBy my song and the blood of a sonTen thousand riversRun red like my veinsWhere the bones of men humLike a rattling cageFor sinew to cling toAnd wind to remainLetras de cancionesIn ten thousand lungsFor ten thousand daysBreathing like a choirOf holes in the groundWhere the cynical have lainWhere the cynical go downSave the gravity of timeLets go of her drownedLike ten thousand sparrowsUnlocked and unwoundAs the ten thousand highways unfold their doorsFor the ten thousand standing on Nineveh's shoresWhere the blood of a husband silences warsFor the girl who rises to meet himAnd she singsWorld, I have overcome youWorld, I have overcome youWorld, I have overcomeBy my song and the blood of a son
From Letras Mania