 Slowing the breath and calling you in;
No reason to stay unless you’re ready to begin.  Forgotten reasons carry no more weight;
In this silence we wander, we do not wait.  The pressing time is racing by;
No longer should we worry for the changing tide.  The sword of wisdom echoes through the hallways;
The sliver of time beckons you always.  For hours we tried to make it right;
To continue is meaningless in the merging of night.  Despair in the findings you discover;
For it may bring the sorrow to another.  Don’t let the promises made weigh on you;
This worthless life is never through.  Crumbling statues line the streets
The bones of ancient being Treading through a field of silence Damning me completely |
