A Musical Interlude

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The Great Correction
by Eliza Gilkyson

Down here on the corner of Ruin and Grace
I’m growin’ weary of the human race,
Hold my lamp up in everyone’s face,
Lookin’ for an honest man.

Everyone tied to the turnin’ wheel,
Everyone hidin’ from the things they feel,
The truth’s so hard it just don’t seem real,
The shadow across this land.

People round here don’t know what it means,
To suffer at the hands of our American dreams,
They turn their backs on the grisly scenes,
Traced to the privileged sons.

They got their god, they got their guns,
Got their armies and the chosen ones,
But we’ll all be burnin’ in the same big sun,
When the Great Correction comes.

Down through the ages, lovers of the mystery
Been sayin’ “People, let your love light shine.”
Poets and sages, all throughout history,
Say the light burns brightest in the darkest times.

It’s the bitter end we’ve come down to,
The eye of the needle that we gotta get through,
But the end could be the start of something new,
When the Great Correction comes.

Down through the ages, lovers of the mystery
Been sayin’ “People, let your love light shine.”
Poets and sages, all throughout history,
Say the light burns brightest in the darkest times.

Down to the wire, runnin’ out of time,
Still got hope in this heart of mine,
The future waits on the horizon line,
For our daughters and our sons.

I don’t know where this train’s bound,
Whole lotta people tryin’ to turn it around,
Gonna shout ’til the walls come tumblin’ down
and the Great Correction comes.

Don’t let me down…
When the Great Correction comes

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