Sophie’s Song

Like Prometheus on the rock, you contemplate the stars above
Like them sleepers on the dock, I’m underneath your feet
And the sun setting in the West silhouettes your face and breasts
The work I do means everything - you mean more to me than this

Now the moon high and I’m alive to all the hurt you feel
Saint Rubik in his element enfolds with wheals of steel
As I meditate on God’s great grace, my heart filled up with you
And I will never reason why I feel these things I do

When you’re my Angel of Hope, my Angel of Love
Shining down on each of us
Sophie’s song was growing so strong
From dreams inside my head
From dreams inside my head

Now you’re studying the subtext like a blind girl trying to see
Studying, worrying, looking around this empty field for me
God knows you’ve been wounded; God knows you’ve been used
By the milk of the Madonna, Baby Sophie needs new shoes
She never knew her father, your iguana of abuse
But Heaven loves a love child when her Momma has the blues

You’re my Angel of Hope, my angel dove
Shining down from way up above
To free the bird of paradise
From dreams inside my head
From them dreams inside my head

Your daughter sees you crying, blood runs down the walls
She’s torn, trapped and tortured if he holds you so controlled
God’s Mockingbird she gets ready, for the street dance will begin
And I’m writing here for no one at all when all you want is him

And I feel those waves surround me, imploding in their arms
I don’t need you to tell me where my duty lies
‘Cause God knows I have tried and tried;
God knows I have tried and tried with my heart so full of you
My siren of the waters, my Isis of the blue

My Angel of Hope, my Angel of Love
Shining down on each of us
To free that bird of paradise
From the sentries of the dead
From the sentries of the dead