Echoes

I can’t seem to recognise
the ugliness in all the others' way of life
Deep beneath the winter chill,
the blanket fuels the only thing they had in mind
Buried in the autumn leaves,
the memories of the season passed to compromise
Will we ever make it through?
Only time will tell
Only asking what’s the price,
we’ve spent it all, we’ll never have the time to try
Deep beneath the winter chill,
the ugly man says ugly faces will survive
Faster still the echoes grow,
if the kingdom falls we’ve only served to pacify
Will we ever make it through?
Only time will tell
Pacify
Only time will tell