Servants and Kings

Through rolling hills
And many miles of blood
We slept in the rain, falling
Marched through the mud
And you were not like anyone I'd known
You spoke with impunity, had nothing to atone

In quiet evenings, you'd tell me what you thought about
Servants and kings, and how everyone is bought
And that no one's hands are bloodier than God's
And that I won't be judged for doing as I ought

It's hard to say just when I fell in love
There was no epiphany, no light from above
But you'd become my candle in the dark
And all through the hell, you were a shield across my heart

When all was fire, and the weather was out for blood
And the boys, still too young to drink, were drowned in the flood
I'd hear you laughing
It was like coming up for air
And I'd laugh with you, pretend I didn't care

Not many years have passed since the last time I saw you
When I kissed you on the mouth, you walked away
I knew it would be too much, I knew that it would scare you
But I couldn't find the proper words for what I had to say
But I don't regret a thing