Third of May / Ōdaigahara - Edit

Light ended the night, but the song remained
And I was hiding by the stair, half here, half there, past the lashing rain
And as the sky would petal white, old innocent lies came to mind
As we stood congregated at the firing line

Now, back in our town as a castaway
I'm reminded of the time it all fell in line on the third of May
As if it were designed, painted in sand to be washed away
Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center
Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves?

Was I too slow?
Did I change overnight?
Second son
For the second time

Can I be light and free?
If I lead you through the fury will you call to me?
And is all that I might owe you carved on ivory?
But all will fade, all I say, all I needed
As a flash in the eye, I wouldn't deny, all receded

Life unfolds in pools of gold
I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold
To be held within one's self is deathlike, oh I know
But all will be, for mine and me, as we make it
And the size of the fray, can't take it away, they won't make it