11-19-2013, 02:28 PM
We sat amidst the night to wait til dawn
With hope for light to come at last within
All doors be open'd just to see it gone
Oh there among the dust our crimes of whim
Command for strength of men and beasts abound
In horror of truth selfmade a fire abides
No wind of words will quiet a shameful sound
But rather it stoke a fire of hell inside
We sat to find relief from pain and loss
In guilt it comes again to memory
To trust betrayed no pay can match the cost
Instead a blade kept sharp eternally
No ache so great than fate to take our love
And gone aflight was set a gentle dove
With hope for light to come at last within
All doors be open'd just to see it gone
Oh there among the dust our crimes of whim
Command for strength of men and beasts abound
In horror of truth selfmade a fire abides
No wind of words will quiet a shameful sound
But rather it stoke a fire of hell inside
We sat to find relief from pain and loss
In guilt it comes again to memory
To trust betrayed no pay can match the cost
Instead a blade kept sharp eternally
No ache so great than fate to take our love
And gone aflight was set a gentle dove