Hunger Of The Young - Attack In Black

Please pay us mind

With some smoke across the sky

And a flower left to honour life

Maybe happiness is wealthy if you spell it right

A bird kissed to the treetops at night

Trying hard to put to page

All the words that are defined

By everything we never said

And the broken things in all our lives

An end of summer street

To take a breath from shade to sun

Looking for something to love

While somewhere someone’s making

Something bound to come undone

To feed the hunger of the young