Weary

A story changed The past decides to rearrange Writing days A history estranged Further gone The novel sings a different song To what belongs And now the heart is wrong The summers drain our weary minds And every winter dies inside And in the lies We’ve nothing true to hide A restless dream The statues carved won’t let us breathe When what we’ve seen Is denied through darkest means The falls will prey on all our love And in the spring we’re stuck with the above So much blood All because the memories flood