The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...
Where are you all going
You leave me in the rain...
The cars pulls up & I look around.
I smile, Im saved I think to myself...
Hiding from those shadows,
the ones that chase your soul...
I wasn't at my home that night,
and you knew where i was...
My father was slaughtered by a chastened cruel...
Wounded weary mother succumbing to her final...
I sit and wait all night long
For you to come for me...
Through this world we travel,
great journeys around every corner...
Walking down a path
In the middle of no where...
In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...
In the dark alone I sit,
with nothing but a candle lit...
These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...