Prophets

We are quickly being led to an early grave By the ones that were meant to nourish our growth. And though their influence is the tallest barrier that we are left to face, We can overcome this. It's us against this fucking world. But, we are armed with

Our once-solid path is starting to diverge, And the space between us growing ever greater makes it hard for me to breathe. But no amount of distance can change my feelings for you. How can it be that a day I've always dreamed of, But I won't give you

We are now rooted in the ground that we were born into And this is where we come from, Where we will remain. This place may have its' flaws, But I can always call the pavement we now stand upon 'my home'. This is our home. Through both the areas of w

I was a silent partner I found Myself with the rabble that stood on a mound Hipshot thinking but not out loud There are too many prophets here On the upper side of the sound of the dark I took it in silence I took it to heart I carried it quietly ove