Trouble's

In serious laps of hope for the wicked
The sound fired out through an old cannon
The children whispered soft in the morning
To escape all of the troubles away

It can be hard to think yourself alone
The winds may beat hard on your shoulders
You walked steady and firm towards the destination
As you are being pushed so far away
Into a time of relapsed judgement
Where everything was taken away
And beaten on
And war was a game of love
Like the rest of us who were stretched upon it
In desperation of a bitter end
It began that way
It will always stay
On that winter beaten walk through the wind

Remorse settled down with a poem
So immersed in the silence she wrote it
Her eyes hit the pages with words
Like fireworks held beneath the deep blue sea
Calling out for that long December dream
It was longed for
And I longed for it with her

There’s got to be something
To forget about
There’s got to be something else to forget about
And why can’t I believe you?
Who is believing in you?

There were shakes at the thought of returning to the dawn
The children still all warm and content with their god
And the old cannons shot loudly with the words from a poem
Where they escaped all their troubles away...