Changing of the Guard

From the ground so low
Your pedestal looks so tall
And the things you fail to see
Are all too obvious to me

With no goal in mind
You cast your stones
And they fall from your throne
Cast unto me, cast me out

When there’s no rest for the wicked
And the shepherds lead their flocks back home
With the changing of the guard
I am your oblivion

I fought the battle left unseen
I took heed of the clarion
When I taught you to fly
And then I clipped your wings

Born in the house of salt and stone
The faithless wander around me
Seeking answers you cannot give

When there’s no rest for the wicked
And the shepherds lead their flocks back home
With the changing of the guard
I am your oblivion