beacon

by

Chris Lahren

Stricken of an evil pain,
molten of an armored cross,
he sees what's true and sane.

Come with me to the city of love,
come with me to the harbor of blood,
and you too will be the guide.
he will show you through,
through the gates of nevermore,
and the love will lead you there.
the air of putrid violence,
the pain becomes the laughter,
and hills become your fire.

like a lantern in the hills,
it shall present itself now,
or my sanity shall fall away.

stars above remind you of home,
you are far from home,
and the loss that came between.
flowers now wilted like old ladies,
tears dried up like the sands between,
and the fear becomes your guide.
home...home...home...
only to find one weary soldier left,
on hobbled legs and whiskey.
he will show you
the passage to your freedom...
he will be your guide.

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