As the sun comes down
My blood drips to the ground
Shattered blades
As promises fade into the night
There's no telling who is right
Only a fading compassion
Of what could be
The battlefield echoes of death
As the calm winds sweep over the fallen
Chosen to die
Rain gently covers them
Only I remain
A harp so close yet so far away
Like peace overtook me within a blink of an eye
Birds sang
And the clouds ran after each other
No more subservience to guide me
Ecstasy took over my agony
I was set free
Free from my iniquity
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
As the sun comes down
My blood drips to the ground
Shattered blades
As promises fade into the night
There's no telling who is right
Only a fading compassion
Of what could be
The battlefield echoes of death
As the calm winds sweep over the fallen
Chosen to die
Rain gently covers them
Only I remain
A harp so close yet so far away
Like peace overtook me within a blink of an eye
Birds sang
And the clouds ran after each other
No more subservience to guide me
Ecstasy took over my agony
I was set free
Free from my iniquity
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