Once again we are found staring into the void, screaming what is to become of this life?
Hope engages fear within our restless minds as we struggle to reconnect and redefine
Guarding in our hearts these tests of time
Untangling ourselves from this crooked world with no assurance,
No fall back if we’re left to die.
We will not die alone, clutching to riches as we sink,
As the storm swallows all the brass and gold
So keep your white washed black heart
We would have the truth taken from the broken ground
Though we may lack the strength with compassion we will carry ourselves
Carry each other through this hell