Parade Music - The Ark

Taking in the dark
The fields are flooding, oceans from the lakes
In our little arc
We find the toll that absolution takes
Through our doubles' eyes
Dawns the fragile future of our kind
As the past is washed away
We feast on every scrap and shape we find

Digging in our claws
And fearful of the metaphors
We will surely become
Digging in our claws
And fearful of the metaphors
We will surely become

What history remains
In these tomes that still contain
The pleas as waters rise
Written on our manes
Who can be blamed
It's just an empty sky to me

Thinking of the simple times
When all we had to do was stay in lines
No talk of promised lands
No tides we were expected to withstand

I miss my brothers

Digging in our claws
And fearful of the metaphors
We will surely become
Fractured and unfurled
Are we the refuge of the world?
Were they really that bad?

Written by:
Sam Shepherd

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