No indolence shall ever keep us here
No consolation will ever be enough
We shall tear down the fake vaults of heaven
And shape in our own image the greatest of all sacrifices
At last we're freed from tribulation
Seeing the bereaved engrave on our headstones
In reverence for our rites of passage
These last syllables of bygone days
These idle years
Were never ours to suffer through
How can we ever
Fathom this immeasurable loss
To become undone we had to take but a single step
In foreboding of death's embrace quietly drawing near
Unbeknownst to us
The predation of time just takes and takes
Possessions that we held dear
And all which made us whole
In stark bright contour
We clung to it so desperately
All too soon we'd become
But ghosts drawn out into the dusk
It seems like sand
Life just trickled through the cracks
In greater footsteps left behind
We only follow in never ending tracks
As we stood in awe in the face of beauty
These idle years
Were never ours to suffer through
How can we ever
Fathom this immeasurable loss
To become undone
If the proud were never to dance away
Like petals before the wind
To vanish like the ephemeral bloom of spring
How could we ever fathom
For this too shall pass
