Fleeting Things

The rosary
The fire in me will disappear
Aimed to keep imprisoned what only lives in freedom
Time is always fleeting
An illusionary line
Crumbling to pieces as empires fall
Failing to keep what’s the essence of all
Bullied and broken, bloody and bruised
Hiding in secret, ancient stories
Our tales will all fade without light
The future will quietly eat them alive
I stayed for the stories, the secret stories
Where you have been
The sights you’ve seen
I’ll keep them near
Stay to hold them dearer
Make the colours clearer
The underdog believer
Quietly stays right here
Picking up pieces as empires fall
Aiming to keep what’s the essence of all
Bullied and broken, bloody and bruised
Living in moments, stolen moments
The sand becomes gold in the wonder of night
The deck has been stacked and the stakes were too high
Drunk with the moment, the only moment
Decided to give it all back
You’ll never own what’s only borrowed