As Ink Dries on Paper - Lyrics

The landscape has lost its mooring, 
A hapless child flees the master’s whip

The churchyard yawns with unkempt graves, 
The Sun peers through the mists clouds wave.

A maiden mourns a love lost to war; 
A shepherd laughs to jokes heard before.

The headsman weeps as his blade cuts through; 
The Lord does kneel, a pope crowns him ‘True’.

As ink dries on paper, eternal stories unfold.
Both Fool and Sage unwaver; their paths be traced of old.

A schoolboy taught by rote wins the prize. 
A surgeon lifts a knife to lose an eye.

A Vestal Virgin reclines bound to her fate; 
The Ghost of Beauty haunts the bones of her face.

As ink dries on paper, eternal stories unfold.
Both Fool and Sage unwaver; their paths be traced of old.

 

© 2025 Christopher Cousineau