We send our final letters home
And close our eyes
Our words as arrows and their mark
We hope will find
We take our fallen sons
And guide them through the rain
To lie in shallow graves
An omen and no name
We kneel in sight of all that glitters
Of all that is sold
We reach for heady heights unspoken
Heights untold
Cold rings and iron chains
Bite hard on limbs restrained
We mourn a golden age
With time empires must fail