Let Them Fall

You stood here next to me, by some broken down man. I have nothing really left, not a single thought or plan. Darkness burns our future, and wraps us up in hate. The smoking barrel of a gun, did not decide my fate. Forget all of our groups, sympathy wont do the trick. The blood inside my veins, has grown so coarse and thick. The feeling of a quake, that pulsing about our feet. There is no action greater, of love that tastes as sweet. Pour that last bitter malt, over rocks that never freeze. Let the world around us fall, and brush away into the breeze.