no more darkness, no more light
lee, amos
you stare through broken mirrors
shattered reflections of the past
standing in the same shadows that been cast
broken days that feed the dead of night
and the trail we choose to follow
it's as cursed as it is blessed
is there mercy that we all must face
broken days that feed the dead of night
if you listen to the song that settled on the breeze
a woman sings unto her baby boy
i won't live to see the day that you'll be lifted off your knees
some days it feels so hopeless
nothing's making any sense
the flags we raise in praise of ruthlessness
broken days that feed the dead of night