The sea is stained with the shadow of us As we cut through the skies overhead It moves through the opaque chasm of black As the west, disappearing, melts red Inside the churches all turned to dust There are fingernail tracks in the wall Someone was struggling to find their way out But instead they found nothing at all And over the sea in a warm sunny place Men and women sit watching tv They say, "it's a shame anyone has to die, but it was either them or me." It was so easy to gather up embers And watch as the spark caught the chaff It's harder today when the words that we say are all wasting away in a fight we outlast All safe and snug, tucked away in our mansions We smile feeling comfortably safe And over the sea there's a dark cold place Out of sight, out of mind, out of reach, washed away All this talk of war and peace And what it means to be free All this conforming and all this rebellion And the toll that it's taken on me When we dig up the treasure that we've hidden And we find our hearts there in the dirt Do we pledge allegiance to a man or a place? Or ourselves or a flag or a book or a church? Can power over anyone ever make us free? Are safety and security all that we believe? Is there something more to this? A dangerous hope indeed That Jesus Christ is the truth that sets us free Maybe there's good to be done Where darkness abounds We dare to hope Use love to beat evil down