Soldiers - Southerly

Stuck on the street

watch debri pass my feet

And I’m wondering

where our legacies will lead

Let the sun burns holes

in my soul and my cheek

And I’ll burn, burn, burn

when the black dogs retreat

Another wishful verse

from a book that you would read

If you had some faith

or desire to believe

In a faceless void filled

by pages incomplete

So I’ll burn, burn, burn

when the black dogs retreat

Burn

burn

Burn

Burn