Blind - Elder

Grasping only as it fades

The simple truth we lost

As hours turned to days

And in the afterglow it seemed

The wishing well is full

Of worthless currency

Condemned to watch the whole charade

The monuments of man fall into decay

The promise, grand in golden script

The night in all its gray and sorrow dispossess

A mirror to the other side

We are only blind

Their teeth can only gnash your eyes

If you let them smile

They see their will in the eyes of the broken

And raise a glass in the din of the fray

We’re only staring down the face of the olden

Scorching Earth at the dying of days