Far from all the sanity,
An ever-fading cry...

Time after time, day after day,
Her body is frail by the window she lays...

Hidden truths & open lies,
Harsh forgiveness & alibis...

The storyteller calms the young child
Telling him to settle down...

Hear & follow my ongoing cries,
Once you leave, part of me dies...

I escaped my agony, ran from grace,
I hid so much in my empty face...

There he lies
All warped and twisted...

The cross is high above the village.
Everyone is talking, everyone is looking...

They meet at the battlefields
An asphalt sea with divots and cracks...