Empty Flood

Barren, the lands
Ice and leaf, nothing more
Taken, the hours
Left to pick at the bones

In this scrapyard
We're all falling
Losing moments
Are we breathing?

Tired and stale
Hounded steps, fixed in time
Floating for years
Gazing deer, tell me why

In this graveyard
Do we lock hands?
Stare through windows
As we burn it



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Chandler
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