theloadeddragon
Well-Known Member
as the restless scores of the dainty and dreary play at our doors,
we look out the window and into the rain,
and we see ourselves there amidst the world,
realizing our part and a start to supposition,
so sad to sit and reflect on the curl,
ourselves reflected as the opposition,
inside it calls, what is right and true,
If only we could remember we knew
all along, and as the future comes,
the sky clears to a brilliant blue,
as we take hold, beating the war drums,
to step outside the door once more,
among the dainty and dreary
we are here to settle the score
their shackles no longer a cause to be weary
going out to sieze this day
to triumph this tribulation
even though we have already faded away
and the world is now a place of desolation
we look out the window and into the rain,
and we see ourselves there amidst the world,
realizing our part and a start to supposition,
so sad to sit and reflect on the curl,
ourselves reflected as the opposition,
inside it calls, what is right and true,
If only we could remember we knew
all along, and as the future comes,
the sky clears to a brilliant blue,
as we take hold, beating the war drums,
to step outside the door once more,
among the dainty and dreary
we are here to settle the score
their shackles no longer a cause to be weary
going out to sieze this day
to triumph this tribulation
even though we have already faded away
and the world is now a place of desolation