Hidden Saints
Hidden saints we feel the blast
cold storms pound the world
heat lightning fills the sky
dust becomes you as you enlist
shroud of gray to make you cast
etched in stone forever
rules
the next maneuver
even tides fail
the seas recover
ice and sound
touch the dark they say
“if I'll ever see my stars again”
looking for a friend after abandon
hopelessness rules the fields
will they ever recover
too born for war
send them to the stars
battles over come you
tainting all you've seen
empty shade and cover
a new shade of green
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