The rusted pylons
the endless rain
the drifting soils
spoils of war
spoiled, spoilt
remember the illuminating fear
soldiers of war
Baby laid flat unbreathing
pillow cases ajar by the splintered doors
eye sore, the sadness in your I's
when the plane touched down and you knew I was home
where the wind blew gales
over all these fields
and the way you thought of them,
brought tears to my eyes
or just because I was thinking of our child
- who died
My deer lay down, right here
this time
its different
this time it ends
Stray bullets with names etched out
it didn't matter, the importance of the target
green grass turned red
should have been safe until the end
lowered now into a manifest grave
Now the moment had come
now the songs had been sung
now the dirt it is ground fine
and so now is the time
- He who watched them descend
will be here to the end.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
The rusted pylons
the endless rain
the drifting soils
spoils of war
spoiled, spoilt
remember the illuminating fear
soldiers of war
Baby laid flat unbreathing
pillow cases ajar by the splintered doors
eye sore, the sadness in your I's
when the plane touched down and you knew I was home
where the wind blew gales
over all these fields
and the way you thought of them,
brought tears to my eyes
or just because I was thinking of our child
- who died
My deer lay down, right here
this time
its different
this time it ends
Stray bullets with names etched out
it didn't matter, the importance of the target
green grass turned red
should have been safe until the end
lowered now into a manifest grave
Now the moment had come
now the songs had been sung
now the dirt it is ground fine
and so now is the time
- He who watched them descend
will be here to the end.
