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Letters from the Front line

from Murder came before the Word by Weikie

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The Citadel fell into the earth
a sinkhole,
a placard,
and dirt.

and I'll miss you more than broken limbs;
I'd rather have the hurt.

Sappers to the frontline drawn
to tear apart the clay,
out this trench of broken hearts
we hope to find our way.

But I will try my best for you
yes I will try my best for you
I will try my level best for you

My darling,
Sabres rattle in the still
time heals
time heals or it kills.

the horse is stabled
broken down;
dead hoofs
live upon the ground.

Journals fray and ink wells parch,
and sweetness?
Sweetness turns to starch.

But I'll be the phoenix
if you'll be the flame.
As we rise from these ashes
to claim,
to claim our love again.

My darling,
I'm underground.
The water's short but we'll die before we're found.
It can't be long, it won't be long now,
but I'll find my to you.
Through a thousand throats,
a shattered arch,

Well I am home now,
and what have you done?
You coquette while I sleep beside a gun.
Laying in that bed with him
while our country goes to war.
As I watch my friends give up their lives;
is this what they're dying for?

And I take it all back.
I take it all back.

Because love is just a moment
that we calcify in time;
as it rises it will fall again
the dead leading the blind.
and the further from the flame we draw
the less we feel the heat,
now the needle barely breaks the skin
and I hope we never meet


from Murder came before the Word, released December 1, 2014
Cello by Nicole Robson


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