By History

This rain makes me think twice

Of green grass and first light

Those shores where my heart lies

All a dream on a cold night

 

And you were there with your black ink

Carving words into stone hills

Which would fall in the sea and sink

As the tigers move in for the kill

 

But by the time they find you

Already you’re far gone

Like the terror was your cue

And a new era is born