Have faith in the distant sun
The tightropes of sullied fate
Will convey the burdens in your name
No rains left to wash out truth
Some truth, indeed, defiant of the tone
The shattered memories
Of fear, of a heartache
Graze it with another one
Rampant melody, raining, breaking
I feel it from the inside
Pooling thunder in the seas
Many a shining brilliant shard
Struck down ten hundred times
Born of cages and unto cages shackled still
Little doors carved out for fleeting freedoms
Of ever-shifting symbols forever praised
Amidst men convinced of their like minds
Cloaks of flame descend in even parades
The glory of glee to burn with absent mercy
Chained with links cast in shared design
As thought coalesces with the newest ash
And the dust that comes is that which remains
Coating the essence of friend and foe alike
While a harmony of muffled breathing follows
The ones that are choked are those who are free