A Seperate Peace

We are waves upon an ocean of change
Elements asphyxiate and inevitably strain
Stretch and leave a hopeful heart wondering why it came
Metamorphosis strolls with a silver cane

I sing my song and battle on from Lebanon to Babylon
To airs of Europe, London’s song
This line that laughter leads upon

I stand, demanding nothing that but time to trust me
In this state of saturation and separate study
We retain our differences
In high supply by winter winds
Whose house I tread, which element
I look to see whose face this is
Whose feet stomp beats and break the clean
Whose words weave substance through the screen
Of rectified or righteous means, I play the card and suddenly scream
I leave the club and stumble seek, the soul whose song will comfort me

So long I’ve been the backdoor seat, the seventh son, the bastard seed
The black crow’s caw that soon recedes, the dying shout that catches need
The child of drought who lives to breath, the oxygen of space proceeds
The second hand that clocks repeat, The sediment of centuries

A feverish ache a leaden bead
That falls in debt of waters deed
Of closing cases, LEDS
That play themselves to memories
Turned off to show their dark retreat
A voyage that is stark repeat
To carry trust and triumph seas
I’ve left unto a greater deed
I've gone again don't look for me
I’ve singled out a separate peace