8/22/2019

Your lungs hold more strain than your heart can take and you promised yourself not to stray to far from your faith.
Now you wake to headlights ignited under the cities main gates, ready to rush in and take over the place.
She has things to do and there is nothing you can say.
You could push in fast or you could let another chapter give way.
I have sung to queens and I have sung to empty halls and the only difference in between are the hushes that counterweights the fall.
Arrows fell upon our trenches as kisses fell upon my cheek.
And here as I lay, I still felt nothing after six brutal weeks at sea.
And all but the moon glow faded behind the smoke of our defeat.
These eyes have seen courage.
These eyes have sorted out the weak.