Ashen Grave

A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone

Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget

Heavy is the rain that falls
For now is the fight...
Light the way for that which
You feel is right

Make the way through your war
And you will ever feel...
The negligence in genocide
For the horror is real!

A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone

Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget

The Bodies laying up and down
The shores of the sea
Murdered by your hand
As you "fight to be free."

Tell me then, for what is
The price of a life?
Countless pawns in the needless
Wars and strife!

A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone

Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget

When you lay in your bed
Your old age of life
Will you count the souls that you've
Slain in pointless strife?

A wonder I often
Choose to ignore:
How does one deal with the
Immense blood and gore?

An ashen grave, where once did play...
The children of yesterday
To gaze again, and see in sin...
Where it all was once to begin

So question me, and let them see
What you hope to finally free
Or don't you dare; it's everywhere
Pestilence is in the air

The artistry is meant to be...
More than what we'll ever see
For as in pain, there shall remain
All of that in a broken plane

Meaning naught, it's but a thought...
In this, we traded and bought
We live to add; it's all too sad
I am not the one who is mad