Four years gone to waste.
Three words said in haste
by double-minded, eager lips
whose hearts were loosened by slow sips
of hasty hormones full and fast--
but then, how could it last?
How could it last?
Blinded from the truth;
careless in their youth.
His eyes were throwing lies like knives,
all her defenses compromised
'till all that's left are wilted sighs
and plans never to thrive,
never to thrive.
We were all created to be royalty and heirs.
We were all fated to be kings of our shares,
but we are all hated by the prince of the air
who's blowing down, down to the ground
our crowns, our hopes, our plans.
Beaten by the past.
Four years dying fast
by Lizzie Bordens chopping down
the trunks of trust latched in the ground.
Was love a lie, or just a sound
of hope drowned?
We were all created to be royalty and heirs.
We were all fated to be kings of our shares,
but we are all hated by the prince of the air
who's blowing down, down to the ground
our crowns, our hopes, our plans.
So where do we go?
We've got nothing to show
for our schemes and our plans,
but You're still holding our hands--
just like when it began.
credits
from Midnight Lantern,
released September 19, 2015
Written by Morgan Joyce Williams
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