Stories Of...

I'm familiar with these surroundings,

I'm not at home but I feel content

And that's because we are the chosen ones

And we will walk until we find a brighter life

There is always hope

Sure as the rise and fall of your chest

Don't relax your lungs just yet

Hug the sunrise, and die with the sunset

Watch the dawn find the answers

Let the voices fill your head with stories of the untold,

The moments that I relived, before this all came to pass

They are the haunting ones, the haunting ones.

Let the clouds roll back

Take the tattered remnants from your past.

Let the sun rise, over our weary heads

We've come too far to come undone like this