Young

The lines have yet to fill your face
But your time is still being taken away
I’m leaving now
Crawling north where it’s cold and green
I’m leaving now
Going to see sights unseen
We are young, but not for long
Absentee, your silence has been noticed
With an open wound and bright hope
May swords of hatred fall from our hands
With an open wound and bright hope
May we forgive a thousand times