How can we make our way?
Those enemies of peace
Enablers of chaos and disdain
And don’t forget apathy
It breaks you apart bit by bit
Scattered bread
A sign of a path that leads home
Home to prosperity
A chance to grieve
To live in unsworn devotion
I guess I can forgive
I know I can’t forget
The lives worn in with unlived regret.
A Dead Language 