Nosirrah - What We'd Protect

When our sight’s restricted to a slit,
How narrow is our sky cloaked in grey,
And time regrets the people who we love,
Till pieces of our world falls in ash.

When their blade scatters into mist and dust, 
Each part will always call out for you now; 
Do you then hope your saviour won’t come?

Procure my sword; I’ll face those in my way.
Right now the thing that I would seek to save,
Overseen by the fears I have inside,
Turns now in panic for my very life.
Each of my attacks, born to bring you down,
Chosen to slash the threads that root my feet,
Till my arms fail me, or you’re gone away.

The End

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