For Them, My Beloved

I have seen way too much in too little a time
This has burned out my soul and it flares in my mind
i have scratched my way home, still I end up outside
we have lived in a world where everyone is blind.

And the innocent souls of the children alive
Never make it past love or the weight of a lie
It's too ugly, this world, for such fire inside
Never lights, always charrs what is left of the stars.

In my conscience, I know I believe in a lie
How could I not pray for all those souls that have died?
I am tired of wrong when nothing's ever right
I could walk on my own, but us people need packs.

They will wake up one day and the sun'll always shine
Rain will fall over them and extinguish the fire
So their sore skin and bones find release in the dark
And they'll shine bright and brave, I can't wait for that time.