I rise, pace back and forth in this patient cage
The imposed inaction of our resolute decision
Will the wind arrive in time? Will we?
Sit sleep rise eat pace, the hours pass
Eyes glued to the increasing figures
Broken by
Pure dust howling wind red fines empty mind
Trading sharp caresses
Failure to soothe
Our presence in every present
But it seems our pasts have diverged
Come on wind
Over that wall
Come on, push
The wind has come
Katabatic winds our weapon
We lay our bodies upon them
Hold fast to one another
Lay waste the prison
And free our brother
We have been myth
We shall be history
A shock to those white-knuckle gripped
To a powerful present
That stories can be a material force
That the past shapes our course
Whether for him
Or for us
Oh subtle point of distinction!
Oh elusive line of demarcation!
We've far to go
And no terrain to guide us
Only a direction
And each other
Heads bent, push forward
Falling and rising, again and again
To arrive in surprise in perfect time
Ready at last to begin
Lines drawn out
(leave no one behind)
In a long war
(what's been done to your mind)
Make a small cut
And it will all aground
Under the force of the storm
We brought down
Circle back around
Scornful pride
Wounded heart
Difficult women
A world apart
Not decisive
On a whim
Bitter words
Upturned chin
Don't ever let them forget
That i am capable of revenge
Flashing eyes
Committed acts
We always said
You can never go back