All Good Things Died Here - Tourniquet

Like a leaf gently falling to welcoming ground

The gentlest ones shall rule the earth, how profound

All innocent beings who died are restored

So reached out a hand from creator and lord

With graceful power on fragile wings

A peaceful message born from timid things

A respite for the weary

Who struggle to make sense

Of worldly suffering and violence

The power struggle is waged by the strong against the strong

But the paradox is the weakest were the strongest all along

Pride will come before a fall

The merciful shall inherit all

Now we know the score

To elevate ourselves no more

All — good — things — died — here

Galatians 5:22