Dumptruck

Held to the grave

Dumptruck


broken trees paint a picture of winter 
in your deadened, heartless eyes 
regain all that i've lost in my life 
thankful that someone came to save me 
hope found 

don't grow so cold that your heart gets burned 
realization now bleeds from the open wound 

the unseen eyes of a child 

through the pain we strive 
one foot in the grave 

held to the grave