Grave Half Full

An empty well
Bottomless
No lights pierce its depths
An abandoned barn
Set against
The black backdrop of a new moon sky

Unmarked graves
Beneath the dirt
Haunt the voices of the babes

They sing:

“No grass grows
The flowers died
Wilted petals by our sides

Even if we could come out and play
No one wants us anyway
We lost our heads
Now we sleep
We found ourselves
Within these dreams

Where we live
Where we live
Where we live”

A wasteland trashed
Desolate
No life found in its grips

Beneath the sand
Old and dry
Bones call out and they cry

They cry:

“No grass grows
The flowers died
Wilted petals by our sides

Even if we could come out and play
No one wants us anyway
We lost our heads
Now we sleep
We found ourselves
Within these dreams


Where we live
Where we live
Where we live”

A desert isle
Up in flames
One small hut still remains

On the shore
Scattered heads
Memories of our dead

They scream:

“No grass grows
The flowers died
Wilted petals by our sides
Even if we could come out and play
No one wants us anyway
We lost our limbs
Now we sing
We found ourselves
Within these dreams

Where we live

We lost our limbs
Now we sing
We find ourselves
Within a dream

Where we live
Where we live

We lost our limbs
Now we sing
Lifted voices high and proud
With your love we’ll make it out

And we’ll live
And we’ll live
And we’ll live”