Rest - Comrades

Held within the earth

Destined from birth

This is not the end, but how we began

When the plow comes for us now

It’s in our souls, the vision of how it goes

In the best of ways, gold nor rust can stay

Listen for the beat of hearts so fleeting

The way is long at best

You just need some rest

You just need some rest

Sleep is the brother of death

You just need some rest

Remember it