Children Of The Thorns

Child of troubled thorns
Forecast my lost thoughts
Speak the words of my sins
Dissolved in moments past

Catalyst of tears and bones
Writing the blood in cyphers
Shadowed by a lone child
Lost in the faithless breeze

Where are we going, voiceless
Little by little I stumble home
But home is a seal from faith
The faith of bleeding beliefs

Tell us what it is we degrade
In the hearts of silent hearing
We call our brethren in shade
Consumed by greedy hatred

Father, mother, son, daughter
Forgive my seamless grasp
Reality confined by my eyes
Eyes of heartless possibilities

Tell me Lord, tell me Lord
Can we find our home
Within the seeds of slaughter
As love bestows a homeland