In Love And War

This Still-born Hope

In Love And War


We've every stone now pushed aside, 
but still we're crushing flowers at our feet; 
and cutting edges out of time 
with every memory that we keep.

While sinking and cutting through 
the ice beneath our feet, 
they're lighting fires in the night, 
keeping truth safely out of sight.

Cover my eyes and peal away 
these fingers that keep me anchored here.
This still-born hope still means everything to me.

Listen further and 
you'll hear the gripping pause. 

Your silence won't speak for you, 
so eliminate the cause. 

Let's see our history outside 
the lights of false validity;
don't waste your last breath choking on your apathy.