My heart is touched By the ones I love so much And I can’t bear the loss Bearing the heavy weight of cost Of all this time And everything that’s mine Will one day belong to the sky We do not know the hour we die Or the day or the year All I know is that a tear Slides down my face When something goes to waste Because it was not said And it pounds in my head As I’m lying in bed Hoping to stay warm And all form Is permeable to The water that just wears through Our steady soul And the waves roll Over the Burren floor It was once at the bottom of the ocean and what’s more It’s solidity Is only apparent when it’s taken from me To go sliding away I close my eyes to the day And embrace the night Have people ask; “are you alright?” And yes I am, but no I’m not Like asking a candle is it hot As it slowly melts This is made to be felt As it sits in my chest And holds the people I love the best In the Kilglass sun What if everything is the One
That year was a wasteland and I was the bomb
That you dropped from the plane with some aplomb
Just cause your territory had been invaded
And a hole pierced through the veil you masqueraded
And all of the people who lost their lives
Are collateral damage so your city thrives
And I in the moment was eviscerated
My parts to obliterate what you created
And though you are fine and in your warm chair
You lost much more than I did there
To perish what you do not understand
And show the world the wrath of your hand
Then blame it on timing or the way things go
Others may believe you but I know
And hold in my spirit all you tried to destroy
But you’re not a man, no you are just a boy
Who’s playing at games he knows nothing about
If you’re a real king then you don’t have to shout
Or make others suffer for what you cannot spare
I looked for your heart but it wasn’t there
So lay claim to the story and the narrative
History is written by those who cannot forgive
But instead draw lines to denote what they’ve won
But it’s only the living you can kill with a gun
And prove that you are the sun in the sky
But even you too must die
And face your maker or the absence of one
You’ll look for me back but I am done
And never will hesitate the time
I let you go and felt the sublime
As aching powers crave the root
They can never touch the absolute
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