The original version of Necessity Song has been published in All of Me Vol. VI, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Necessity Song by Richard Charles Stevens (Space Beyond Time Suite)

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Should the skies above us gloom
Then we must rise to prize the view
With each way out downsized to through
We have a shot
We hold a clue
.
The fabric of our hearts
Is a mosaic of every star that dies
The tapestry of ancestry
And other fallen braves aside
Loss imparts a cavity
Which threatens to emphatically deny our centres gravity
Unnaturally decline us
.
We have to break
To fix ourselves
We have to hurt
To live to tell
We have to cry
To dry our eyes
We have to die
To feel alive
We have to break
To fix ourselves
We have to hurt
To live to tell
We have to cry
To dry our eyes
We have to die
To feel alive
.
Feel alive
Feel alive
We have to try
To feel alive
.
Feel alive
Feel alive
We have to try
To feel alive
.
We have to strive
To be reminded
Line of sight
When faith is blinded
Have to leap that way sometimes
To see our dreamscapes coincide
When nature sings
We have to fly
Our wings suffice their appetite
To break the skies
And paint horizon quaint
Within each fracture line
.
Break the fracture line
Break the fracture line
Break the fracture line
Break the fracture line
.
Break the fracture line
Break the fracture line
Break the fracture line
Break the fracture line
.
Should the skies above us gloom
Then we must rise to prize the view
With each way out downsized to through
We have a shot
We hold a clue
We have a shot
We hold a clue
We have a shot
We hold a clue
.
We have a shot
We hold a clue
.
The fabric of our hearts
Is a mosaic of every star that dies
The tapestry of ancestry
And other fallen braves aside
Loss imparts a cavity
Which threatens to emphatically deny our centres gravity
Unnaturally decline us
.
We have to try
Or else we feint each heartbeat as it passes
We have to reawaken sacred artist
(We have to reawaken sacred artist)
And make a saint of those dearly departed
Make a saint of those dearly departed
.
With screams behind us amplified
It’s easy to affright
And this is why we must dig deep
To feed the seeds reviving light
Decorating slights and scars
In faith invasive blight will pass
We have the grace and fighting chance
Reclaiming undivided parts
Once we translate each slight advance
As reacquainted hiking path
Reacquainted hiking path
.
Should the skies above us gloom
Then we must rise to prize the view
With each way out downsized to through
We have a shot
We hold a clue
.
We have to feel
Devoid of hope
To touch the void
To go for broke
We have to seek
The higher ground
And weave a braid
Of twine around
The peak once claimed unscalable
The dream foreseen attainable
We have to be unchangeable
In deeming selves as capable
Don’t have to be explainable
To those who see us through
For love is irreplaceable
When willingly enthused
.
We have to break
To fix ourselves
We have to hurt
To live to tell
We have to cry
To dry our eyes
We have to die
To feel alive
We have to break
To fix ourselves
We have to hurt
To live to tell
We have to cry
To dry our eyes
We have to die
To feel alive
.
Feel alive
Feel alive
We have to try
To feel alive
.
We have to try
To feel alive
.
We have to try
To feel alive
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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