Our Lost Ones
Weeping tears of diamond crystals.
Consulting the counsels of time.
As they rule a guilty death.
Our loves' leaving us to fight our own battles.
Again and again.
Centuries pass and they're still missing.
Having yet to come home,
Where they belong.
We weep and cry.
But our pleas are caught by deaf ears.
As we walk down roads
Walking, Walking, Walking.
We think of our hearts.
How do they feel?
As shattered stripes of black and blue recover.
Our mind is beaten by the thoughts.
Constant memories from glancing at the last piece.
Gallons full of tears and emotional shouts.
Being called down to free of the shackles,
But to be tricked to see your insides.
Your empty heart with colorful bruises.
While it is caked in blood, it beats slowly.
Bu-dump, Bu-dump, Bu-dump.
Cracked smiles of broken teeth and red gums.
Picking the few last tied ribbons,
Just to gift those lost in life's battle.
But as you watch your bandaged covered organ,
You glance up,
Your head swells with thoughts.
As you had finally left the soil beyond the gates,
You heal as slowly as a turtle on land.
Our fighters will never leave,
For they will now protect more than ever,
And that's what keeps time unstoppable.