The Road To Forgiveness

Cold On The Air

A picture, on a flag, at the top of the pole

Eathquakes shatter the world beneath you

And you fall in a never-ending hole

There's cold on the air, frost on your breath

All around you, consuming your mind

Are the thoughts of your death

Ten thousand people stand alone, shivering

Scared and unaware of the sinking pit below their feet

The ground trembling

There's cold on the air, a sense of longing

You're alone, standing on two breaking pieces

Without any belonging

Letters never sent across our home

The strands of our hearts ratty and knotted

And we threw away the comb

There's cold on the air, dying soldiers and men

Broken guns but the apocalypse goes on

Ink dripping from the pen

Still never enough, we're far too gone

We're always shadowed in the night, with the moon

Waiting for the next dawn

There's cold on the air, a dying man's heart

As the world tumbles down in a fury of reign

You call it depression, I call it art

There's cold on the air, when the world lives dead in lacking care...