Of Scattered Ants That Swarm Together

The sky is on fire
I am the fire, and now a jury turned into a choir
Second chances came and went
The distance is growing and won’t relent
My eyes overcast in tears and mud
My debt overpaid in bone and blood
Time lies of its age and we’re won’t to cease
Since the fires and the floods
Second chances came and went
The distance is growing and won’t relent
The echoing death rattle of honor still ringing
The scars of battles old still stinging
Holding shaking hands in the roar of the quake
With the choir singing the only sound it can make
Second chances came and went
The distance is growing and won’t relent
Familiar, defeat’s acrid scent
The passage of distancing time won’t relent