I saw the first snow
and a trail of blood
the fireworks clawed at the sky
like smoke grooves in the blue
There is a parade today
(There's a parade everyday)
Treats are thrown out
from floats
to children
like seed to doves
My spotted hands
like a drunkard's liver
and palms littered with a hundred highways
vibrate in the cold
I used to be these children
I used to be their parents
I used to be someone in the crowd
I'm nothing now, scenery,
the same as a tree or building,
A noise so soft that once rang loud
They tell me he will build a new country
she will rebuild the old city
They all believe it
but I see parades and bells
circuses and bread,
but even the bread runs out,
and what then of your circus?
A grave is a bed by another fashion
My other bed is a limited thing
I feel the hand that held dearest Elda
I notice the glare where once was a ring
The leaves left early this year
The snow came in hot
I saw soldiers in fields
have two kinds of shots
One from the gun
One from the glass
The trail of blood
was put down to pass
We don't know the names
of the souls that they took
Some got what was coming
Others just were mistook
They know all our names
They know all our moves
The worst part is they think
they have something to prove
The best part is they think
they have all the control,
But they can't take the keys
to the door of your soul
The trail of blood
was buried tonight
by more snow and more snow
(It's always the same)
I watch an old raven
make hay on the branch
Visions of the past
and a much brighter flame
scratched at the back
with heat of the embers
As the present fades out
enter future fire
I can hear every bell
hidden prayers remembered
and the song in my heart
from the Kingdom's choir
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