The fog from last night still settled on the fields
Lightning, the only source of light
As it flashes reminders of those who have waken on these grounds with the knowledge their friends are gone
I drive these empty roads knowing how lucky I am to exist
And how desperately I wish it wasn't so
How this suffering seems endless
But for all those I must protect
When he said all he heard was screams
I've never even known war or battle
When you're virtually safe
Sure I had the bad relationship
And I paid for the sins of my mother
And my father who told me I had his 12 yr old step daughters name.
Some traditions deserve to be continued.
That's when you do therapy to figure it out.
The knowledge at least one more child died
All I hear is screams and chaos
There's no love no paradise
No spell that ends this knowledge
Fog lifting from fields that have never seen battle in my knowledge
Something wicked this way comes
Be wary that Truth doesn't see you