Some Things Fade
Enemies of this island landHow do you make your living
Do you sell it off with the things you grow
Is it bartered for your wives
They will run, they will run to the sea
They will fly, they will scatter, they will flee
All that you prayed for, this freedom land
It will be yours by my hand
When you find yourself in these hills of sand
No water there to keep you company
You will wish there were flowers there
And then they will grow in the mirrors of your mind
They will dance, they will dance in their graves
Telling stories of the things they faced
All that their mothers told them was bravery
They will be eaten by the creatures of the deep
And after putting glasses on you finally see
Things aren't as clear as they appear
And after taking your clothes off you can breathe
Things aren't as cold as they seem
They will yell, they will jump from their chains
They are nothing but a surf, but a wave
All that they built up, their castles in the sand
All that is left is a footprint, and it fades
posted by Unknown @ 10:22 PM
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