These Dark Hours
There are only so many cars
One can count parked on a street
Only so much terrible news
Yet another tyrant, yet another war
So today, in these dark hours
I seek only flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow
So today, in these dark hours
I seek only flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow
I only notice bitter ones
Broken ones, half bitten and bent
Half bitten and bent
Snapped off before
Their blossoms could open
How do we survive this?
How do we survive?
I watch the woman on the corner
Her horn-of-plenty cart
Stuck in the snow
A desperate man is screaming
Into half-gloved hands
With frozen fingers
Tell me how, in these dark hours
Do I find flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow?
Tell me how, in these dark hours
Do I find flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow?
I only notice bitter ones
Broken ones, half bitten and bent
Half bitten and bent
Snapped off before
Their blossom could open
How will we survive this?
How will we survive?
There is only so much tirestained snow
One can endure through yet another winter
Only so many sleepless nights
Pressed to the wall, hearing neighbours fight
Tell me how, in these dark hours
Do we become flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow?
Tell me how
One can count parked on a street
Only so much terrible news
Yet another tyrant, yet another war
So today, in these dark hours
I seek only flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow
So today, in these dark hours
I seek only flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow
I only notice bitter ones
Broken ones, half bitten and bent
Half bitten and bent
Snapped off before
Their blossoms could open
How do we survive this?
How do we survive?
I watch the woman on the corner
Her horn-of-plenty cart
Stuck in the snow
A desperate man is screaming
Into half-gloved hands
With frozen fingers
Tell me how, in these dark hours
Do I find flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow?
Tell me how, in these dark hours
Do I find flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow?
I only notice bitter ones
Broken ones, half bitten and bent
Half bitten and bent
Snapped off before
Their blossom could open
How will we survive this?
How will we survive?
There is only so much tirestained snow
One can endure through yet another winter
Only so many sleepless nights
Pressed to the wall, hearing neighbours fight
Tell me how, in these dark hours
Do we become flowers
Pushing up through the bloodstained snow?
Tell me how
Credits
Writer(s): Erika Batdorf, Richard Feren
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