This Sorrow - Rune

What you can’t breath… the chaos of snow and smoke

What you can’t heal… old wounds and scarred skies

What you dont know… missing memories

What time will reveal

On the frontlines in a battle over our minds…

We are the miscellaneous debris…

Coming to terms with how this might appear in hindsight

In the furture, we are there… blanketed in ash

Explaining why the ghosts of all the lives wasted

Haunt us.

Leaving all things cursed

Expectations as anchors.

Captivation as strife

Unbridled want controls what might be this life

Handful of rulers with bloody hands writes

History of the future.

Creating all that’s in sight

This sorrow we suffer ails us alone

How cheap is it to forget?

How expensive to remember?

Could just one joy compete with one death?

When the day comes…

Bury my heart.

burn my soul

One more time around with this pathetic sorrow

This sorrow