In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...
In the dark alone I sit,
with nothing but a candle lit...
Lifted with the gift of their seductive songs.
She drifted from the path she was surely set upon...
White is the color of fresh fallen snow,
A winter kissed dress with a soft glow...
A bunch of breakdowns and obscenities.
Failures, liars, nothing’s true to what it...
Singing in the blood of a thousand doves,
Listening to the sound of the dripping blood...
Welcome to my humble home,
I mean my humble life...
Wings take her up into the night of fallen stars,
wind sweeps her off her feet and into a world of...
Walking down a path
In the middle of no where...
Through this world we travel,
great journeys around every corner...
I sit and wait all night long
For you to come for me...
My father was slaughtered by a chastened cruel...
Wounded weary mother succumbing to her final...