The River In Reverse

Grave Of My Heart

"I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out

My eyes are full of blood, they're closing up
My clothes are tight enough, they cut them off
The skies aren't bright enough to see the gods
One hand on the crown, I'm on the ground
Tears are falling as she's looking down
The sky looks way darker than usual
And he's like dark's becoming beautiful

I told her, don't cry, be a soldier
Now you're holding your composure
I think I see the holy ghost
I'm not ready yet to leave the throne
No crying, I'm a soldier
And I'm holding my composure
I think I see the holy ghost
I'm not ready yet to leave the throne

Night, night to my enemies
Didn't think I would survive my injuries
Didn't think the almighty would intervene
I know they are praying for the death of me (death of me)
If life was a melody
Would the angels congregate and sing for me?
Blue lights in the sky signify tragedy
You're chosen by the heavens and you have to leave (have to leave)

Tell me did you think I died for a second?
So did I for a second
Oh Lord, I look up into the sky and count my blessings
Are you taking me early?
Are the gates really pearly
Will I wake up in the morning?

Where was you when you seen it?
Nearly died and I mean it
I cannot think of another time in life that I have needed
The support of my people
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil

Thought I told her, don't cry, be a soldier
Now you're holding your composure
I think I see the holy ghost
I'm not ready yet to leave the throne
No crying, I'm a soldier
And I'm holding my composure
I think I see the holy ghost
I'm not ready yet to leave the throne

Night, night to my enemies
Didn't think I would survive my injuries
Didn't think the almighty would intervene
I know they are praying for the death of me (death of me)
If life was a melody
Would the angels congregate and sing for me?
Blue lights in the sky signify tragedy
You're chosen by the heavens and you have to leave (have to leave)

Shoot me down, paranoia
Bring a medic, bring a lawyer
I can't even bear the thought of living on with all this trauma
If the blood thickens up
And goes to your heart, will you fall apart
When the bright days start to feel dark?

If it's breaking my spirit
And I pray will you hear it?
Hallelujah, hallelujah
If it's breaking my spirit
And I pray will you hear it?
Hallelujah, hallelujah"

- Don't Cry by Bugzy Malone ft. Dermot Kennedy

Robb

The Jeep Cherokee that was once green but honestly was now grey sidled into the driveway creaking like an old chair in need of oil. The big old thing had surpassed its miles ages ago but could still roam the distance when Robb needed to travel around the ever expansive and large country of the North.

But lately he had to take it to the shop more often than not to fix whatever new problem had occurred.

He knew that he should scrap it and sell it but he couldn't. This had been the first car they had bought together.

It was fifteen years ago when he had gotten his first car. Father had gotten him a hatchback when he had turned sixteen though he later found out that was more mother's doing.