Always At War

Where do I begin?

I'll start with myself

I still hold this skin and these bones

But I've been reborn.

So long ago I used to be a saint

in a previous life

but now I am only a man

a man with a gun.

I guess that's just as powerful

Why does the rain flow down to the sea?

Why do these tears still remind me

of the waves that will crash upon the shore?

The water and land

Always at war.

I drive and pass familiar faces

Their eyes are all empty.

To them I'm a stranger along this road that I have driven on so many times.

These old familiar road sings

pointing the way to this place I was told I could rest

This place of my birth

But never my home.

Why does the rain flow down to the sea?

Why do these tears still remind me

of the waves that will crash upon the shore?

The water and land

Always at war.

I'll always remember

Walking through the door

The overwhelming flies

That old familiar smell

I've never been so sure

That I've been here before.

A feeling that's so strong.

A feeling that's so pure.

I could be a storm cloud

I could be a rain song sung from this ground that I stand on.

I'd open up the skies

and let the rain fall freely to the land,

Oh I could do that.

But I am nothing more than what I was when I was born.

I wish I was more.