I search for a brighter morrow...
In the horizon...
Tangible, but just out of reach...
I storm the beach...
Gunned down just before breach...
Scarred and tired from war...
Juked and torn...
I hold this cross...
Trying to keep the faith...
But my faith is in scorn
It doesn't matter how much I care...
When your decisions appear out of thin air.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC
I search for a brighter morrow...
In the horizon...
Tangible, but just out of reach...
I storm the beach...
Gunned down just before breach...
Scarred and tired from war...
Juked and torn...
I hold this cross...
Trying to keep the faith...
But my faith is in scorn
It doesn't matter how much I care...
When your decisions appear out of thin air.