Far from home
I sit on this foreign hill
Dark slick grass
Covered in blood I’ve spilled
My tears for you
Have not dried there still
So I wait on my own
All I see
Marked black by all I have done
Bets I placed
Still only nightmares won
I hang my head
Lest it shame the sun
No comfort waits for me
Those that roam
Wherever shadows command
All that pass
Across this sodden land
That none would stay
Nor lend a hand
As hearts have turned to stone
