Pockets On The ShroudPockets On The ShroudThe world shakes, then redemption comesStand still and it will bless you tooJust don't turn your back to the oneWho's kneeling there in front of youThey might have been condemned and left By justice brought in palms of menBut scales of truth are bigger heftThan human sages understandSadness has marked my childhood daysAnd slowly became my best friendI quickly recognize its faceWhen now and again we shake handsIts fist remains as ever firm One hit destroys a stony hillMy faith in hope just twists and turnsWhile touch of sorrow gives me chillHelpless like lonely newborn childWith lips tho