Fool's Errand - East Of The Wall

As it all falls down, and everything burns, the meek have their day

It seems you’ve found your way down

Slip into this void.

This longing brought suffering

We speak in bitter tongues

A stone is the crux of a wall.

Its burden lies in weight

Lowly, we bask in omens, and dream of what reality was

Beholden to a paradise broken, dream of what reality was

Slowly, we bend so slowly

As we descend the walls that seem so sloped call forth my way

We bend so slowly.

I won’t stay or carve my name

You were tied to the weight of this failure

We sink in through reverie

In quiet moments I prayed for this day

In weaker moments I rued this day

In desperation I gave way

What would I do to be rid of this?

Head down, back to wind, what would I do?

Forget this weight

This day was yours to take, heads down

Backs to the wind, beating back the deluge endlessly

We need something to hold as the light fades away