Bystanders

Lost in resemblance
Outside winter’s striking hard
Torn apart by ranter’s lance
Lost in resemblance
Outside winter’s striking hard
Torn apart by ranter’s lance

Much better thoughts to have
He can see his breath
Leaking from his lungs
Wolves at the gates in ascendane
And snow is falling
Like winters arms
Like bitter days to settle on him

It does not feel
Like forgiving
Frostbitten faces let us know
The doors ajar teach him regret
Upon his doubts is falling snow
And it feels unforgiving

At times it’s hard to tell apart
The outcasts and confined
No worths behind these walls
No worths inside these halls
Strong phrases in profusion
Lose their foothold when threat calls

He can see his breath
He can feel it’s warmth
At least a bit
Both deprecated
Both resigned
But sometimes the better men
Are denounced and have given in

It does not feel
Like forgiving
Frostbitten faces let us know
The doors ajar teach him regret
Upon his doubts is falling snow
And it feels unforgiving

At times it’s hard to tell apart
The outcasts and confined
And there’s the difference
In giving up and giving in
It still feels unforgiving
At times it’s hard to tell apart
The outcasts and confined