Rip the earth, in two, with your mind.
Seal the urge, which ensues, with brass wires.
I never meant you any harm. But your tears feel warm, as the fall, on my forearm.
But close my eyes, for a while.
And force from the world a patient smile.
How can you say, that your truth, is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms.
The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home.
If only I had an enemy, bigger than my apathy, I could've won.
But I gave you all. I gave you all.
And you rip it from my hands, and you swear it's all gone.
And you rip out all I have, just to say that you've won.