The Lightning Storm

This lonely existence paves the way
For the hard of hearts must beat be brave
While this quiet lightning storm
Wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow
So it begins
The way the blood still dances beneath the skin
There's the messenger from hell says we're bound to win
As the days do come but the years do go
So take care of your freedom they'll never know

I sit on the wing for a blackbird song
To tell me where and when this all went wrong
There's no resolution without remorse
With ignorance's bliss yes let's state of course
Puncture the skin and see his blood run cold on desert sand
Come hear the meant for mothers with childless hands

As the days do come but the years do go
So take care of your freedom they'll never know
Take good care of your freedom they'll never know

As the days do come and the years do go
So take care of your freedom they'll never know

-Dave King