Tattered and torn
The edges are worn down
Through the margin beyond repair
In the beginning there were names
Beautiful verses of cursive so furtive
It impelled us to rip out the page
This is not crying when all others would turn to tears
This is not looking back to review the tired years
This is thunder on the mountain where the hunter seeks the beast
This is thunder on the mountain where the weak become the feast
The bonds that don't break are the only ones that matter
Outstretched hand's finger's lick
At the potential to create something new
The stored power of a life you won't forget
Rallies in your chest for fear of dreams that shatter
This is not crying when all others would turn to tears
This is not looking back to review the tired years
This is thunder on the mountain where the hunter seeks the beast
This is thunder on the mountain where the weak become the feast
And we die trying
The horizon burns like paper
As we pencil in our new lives
Sheet music wind song lullaby
Of forgetting
Blank pages litter the road ahead
You are leaving everything but nothing behind
Blank pages litter the road ahead
You are leaving everything but nothing behind
Blank pages litter the road ahead
You are leaving everything but nothing behind
Blank pages litter the road ahead
You are leaving
You are leaving