Gone

The paralyzed
Considered a path
Littering crime
Filling up fast
The watchman's horror
A wasting crew
No food will keep
No cure will do
Almost seems it's leaving now
On its way to gone

Inside the frost
Inside the fall
All is lost
Pools of light
Brackish gold
Will race decay
Almost seems it's leaving now
On its way to gone



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Foreman, Timothy David Foreman
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