S a l v a t i o n
The truck it clatters down the road
In transit of it's precious load.
It's safe, they think, this little van
'Cause this road is one no-mans land
Three shadows watch, no words they speak
The stench of war- age old- the reek
One had gone. No two, methinks
Two steel, one wood, you hear- it clinks
The drivers' sitting calm with cheer
Their grins become pure looks of fear
And as a bomb of strength resounds
The people flee their dying town
They do not save, but turn to flee
The Foot has gotten all but thee
The guilt that twists in nothing new
To fight and see the new day too.
And standing in the ashen ruins
A place of safety tinged with fear
The men's salvation has become
The damaged hubcap...
In…
The…
Drain…
SAINW Universe.
