The Writing South - Feral

Don’t let your light go out
Don’t give your oil away
They come with silver tongues
Lead you back to old ways
Will heaven be more empty?
Will it be too full to hold me?
When it’s all said and done
Will you even say that you knew me?
Do I even get to go? Do I really get to go?
Sometimes I just feel feral
Like I'm losing all control
I tend to like the wildness
Instead of living life "whole"
You think the world’s devoid of saviors
You never reach the son
You only see degeneration
You’re always on the run
Is my sword still sharp enough
Or is it dulled by chaff and dust
Is my sword still sharp enough
Or is it dulled by chaff and dust
Burn bright, keep the light
Burn bright, keep the

Written by:
Brendan Cavanaugh

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