The
scent of the fields, it clung to his skin
A hunter's robe, a mask for sin
The voice was soft,
the hands were rough A father's touch,
but was it enough?
Oh,
the hands of deception,
the voice of the true A blessing given,
a bond undone,
too
Through whispers and shadows,
the lines intertwine
Isaac's words now forever divine
The steel was warm,
the heart was blind The years of trust left far behind
A trembling hand,
a sacred right Stolen beneath the *** lamplight
Sins fall
like rain on stone Truth and lies both carved in bone
Isaac's words now forever divine
The younger takes what's meant for the old A birthright bought,
a story retold
Was it fate or was it scheme?
A fractured love or heaven's dream?
