Linger - Wilderun

Take the fire

And bend it into the shape of a child

And let him sing

What you’ve been trying to say for a while

That there’s nothing left

No bodies to catch the heat of the flame

There’s nothing left

And every word that’s thrown becomes the same

We made hammers

To cave in the walls we chose to build

I’ll grasp them both

Maybe you can honor the bearer of guilt

But instead

The white flag smothers the boy

And shelters the lie

You were only saved

Cause you could not be destroyed

One last time I’ll

Try to tame the beast without breaking skin

But no solution

Seems to ever let me in

If I go on, I’ll hold on

With the weakest grip I can

But neither warriors, nor humble words

Can linger in this land