An Atlas problem, back once broken
Beneath the gravity of everything,
One came and took my burden
The crushing load of life and sadness and sin.
You took it and took it so well,
No more world upon my back!
My hope begins to wax,
Yet my spine still slopes
It may take time, more than this lifetime
For my body to straighten.
I still find that boredom breeds only treachery,
In the serfdom of my heart
The beggars still start riots,
However bigger and above and transcendent!
By your melodies I escaped the weight of tragedy,
And in your sanctuary I’ll bend back to shape.
In your joy you’ll quiet this mutineers heart.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 