we

wary of the wasted world, where are we in this? the flags on distant winds unfurl, as hope above abyss, i lose a day just breathing you, for me you are as air, scratch the face we've come unto, what went wrong and where? to mark the time amid such rain, i didn't feel the ebb, from early judgement let's refrain, not lose it in the web, an army flows in fields at night, as blight comes unto sun, and children waking without sight, from perspective future shunned, wayward went away again, just can't help failing still, like wind and earth and crimson rain, it's we who represent the hill, and more that we must climb...