Icy are the roads we wander,
Making plans for summer and spring,
We ******* conspired and pondered
On things our futures might bring.
Sparks reflecting on water
The smell of smoke and sight of trees
Decades stolen and squandered
With no foreseeable ease
Too many months of darkness and rain
Replaced by silence and springs first smile
Thieves in the night do not steal your pain
No absolution, no peace, no reconcile
There is no comprehending the burden you carry
But I promise you will not be alone
And to the innocent that are buried
Forgive us, and wait for us, to find our way home.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
Icy are the roads we wander,
Making plans for summer and spring,
We ******* conspired and pondered
On things our futures might bring.
Sparks reflecting on water
The smell of smoke and sight of trees
Decades stolen and squandered
With no foreseeable ease
Too many months of darkness and rain
Replaced by silence and springs first smile
Thieves in the night do not steal your pain
No absolution, no peace, no reconcile
There is no comprehending the burden you carry
But I promise you will not be alone
And to the innocent that are buried
Forgive us, and wait for us, to find our way home.