I know the words I’m wide awake

I know the answers

I’ve read them all in my mistakes

I know these faces I’ve mourned them

all and I’ve died a thousand times

with no one in my arms

a burnt and callous orb sinks below

the trees doesn’t even blink as

we all cease to be jawbones

in the grass empty fields like seas

I wish that I could show you

I wish that I could make you see

hope doesn’t spring where hope’s

not sown a team of burning

horses drags a chariot home

a world of orphaned children

facing the unknown blood

pours from their lips we watch

it flow we sold our hearts away

we don’t remember ever feeling

whole we hear the scratches

on the records in our broken souls

around and around they drown of the

sound of everything we clung to hope

for lost void empty words

and we don’t sing anymore

we don’t we won’t see