Far Too Temp
This old dirt makes the back itch
Line up the bones and crack the teeth
Do not replace intention with grief
Do not mistake the shepherd for the thief
There is no license like this purpose affords
There are no burdens, only…
Took it all and put it on the line
Showed our cards and marked our place in time
Shield the candle, carry on the flame
What comes of toil from three that remain
There is no license like this purpose affords
There are no burdens, only this torch
Seeds of this clash have born and harvested their fruit
Looking for answers and seeking proof
Far too temporary, far too temp…