The last set of lyrics of my little tangent to create a story-album of sorts. After this, topics expressed in "Belt Too Tight, Try As You Might" to "A Letter" will not be as common/focused... until they do happen again, if that happens. Anyway, enjoy.
Oh, such constricting airwaves
landing in an oil minefield
A broken home with pasts inside
with scars on children that fail to yield
March into your war
with nothing to win
March into your faith
with nothing within
March into the night
where the blind shall lead
March into the sun
where Heaven burned its deed
"Mother and father, the day is done.
By the time you get this,
I will already be gone.
Do not follow me; you can't change my mind.
It was long ago
I decided that it was my time."
March into the stars
where corruption is shown
March into the field
where control is overthrown
March into the stratosphere
where human ties are woven tight
March into the lies
where your might shines bright
Such a frightful concept death is
but abortion of thought is mutiny
To make the best of time we have left,
we must live with silver scrutiny.
"It may be too late for most of you,
but let the others live
the life they have always wanted to."