Mithlond

Windows shake under the pressure of a day
A shepherd herds the clouds in the rain
Dancing in the mirror while I wait for the train
Thought it was but it wasn't a way to escape
The roof sings through the texture of paint
A horse crawls when its put on display
The ink stalls when its put on the page
The fences fall and the neighbor complains
Children run through the pasture and play
Their mother lies about the catch of the day
Her fingers run through the cracks on the plate
She builds a home made of papier-mâché
The cry of dogs sounds so far in the rain
Their tears drown in the sound of a passing plane
Yellow skies turn to pastel grey
Shells fall on a town with no name
Iron bars will bend and break
A camera clicks as it captures your face
You do your best to hide the chapters erased
The cavalry searches for scraps that remain
The cry of dogs sounds so far in the rain
Their tears drown in the sound of a passing plane
Yellow skies turn to pastel grey
Shells fall on a town with no name