Lost Relics

A day of reckoning will come when the false men who cowered will be left abandoned
Pleading for an end
Warming themselves by the ashes and the embers of martyrs
Martyrs that they never understood

They will be lost, buried in the sands of time
Relics disgraced from an era forgotten

Far too consumed by the allure of wealth
To be concerned for the backs on which they stood
The weak and broken, the castaways out in the cold
They will be left abandoned by those who claim to care

Those who stand proudly on the wrong side of history, mark my words
Your time will come
Your time will come

The heartless will be the sick and the dying left with nowhere to turn
I hope I have the strength to help them in their time of need
To forgive them, though I know they never, never would have done the same