Every ounce of will,
fallen soldiers on the battlefield,
the smoking grounds, so quiet now
And part of me is
glad to have seen the end,
I must admit the suspense
was killing me;
Its death brings peace
And strings tied round
my wrist have found the breeze
now kissing the carnage,
as the world moves in to forage…
Beyond the distance, my eyes persist in
seeing visions of futures,
like cities of people;
And I sigh deeply,
made love to so sweetly
by every promise it sings me,
like memories,
of the magic I once had.
Desire too fueled by haste;
glossy recollections of
my past greatness
only proved to cripple me.
Defeat itself is draining of energy,
and yet the emptiness
it has left is freeing,
oh, it brings me peace
And careless strands of
my hair dance with breezes
kissing the carnage,
as the world moves in to forage…
Beyond the distance, my eyes persist in
seeing visions of futures,
like cities of people;
And I sigh deeply,
made love to so sweetly
by every promise it sings me,
that lures me from
beyond the distance,
my eyes play tricks on me:
visions of futures,
like cities of people,
And I sigh deeply,
made love to so sweetly
by every promise it sings me,
like memories,
of the magic I once had,
of the magic I once had.