So close to running on stone, dirt quenching thirst
Lost everything too late and realized it all to soon.
Torn palms sway over smooth fists when cannons remain silent
Over the venomous tongues, beyond soft grass and old pavement,
lies the way to somewhere. Where?
Tomorrow, the horizons or the dark wonders the stars outshine.
Hot winds fall silent upon the eyes of dreamers holding fear close to their chest
Violent days have littered too many futures without cause
With these feet and mind is there a place to go we have not destroyed for ourselves?
