Missing Martin
Sage Garland
You said that you had been there,
Can you tell me, were we free?
When your soul had reached the summit,
And looked down upon the scene,
Did you see the happy children?
Did the cities seem serene?
When you walked the hostile way,
And felt your back against the wall,
Did you think your dream would crumble?
Did you see the sparrows’ fall?
Tell me, where is the love?
You said that we would find it,
Is it only up above?
Where are all the faithful soldiers?
Those who held your banner high,
Who felt the rain and bore the pain,
And heard the trains go by?
It’s quiet now, I cannot hear
that voice I heard before.
The song has died, the drums are still,
The march will be no more.
Tell me, where is the power?
You said that we would see it,
What’s the year and when’s the hour?
Sage Garland