The Real Damage

In it's arms it always hides us,

Certain solace in it's embrace.

In the darkness it confides us,

Rest and comfort from the race.

there are times we all feel sorrow,

Times when we are lost at sea.

But time is all we borrow,

And it's what we need to set us free.

I won't forget the solemn promise,

Nor forget the holy vow.

But what good is a promise,

When there's no love together now?

The silence in all the fighting,

Always the calm within the storm.

There is no way of righting,

The real damage when you're on form.