The Weight Of Words

Gently carried on the wind to forbidden fields, flowers of the deepest red
As the rays slowly descend, the contrast is revealed of dark red dust on deadened blades

Love, I can't turn away from this and I'm sorry
Love, I can't create

Softly tearing silver holes through the charcoal sky, droplets longing to leave life
As their destination is met their color is consumed, silently lost, as we must weep

Love I can't turn away from this, I'm so sorry
Love, I can't create

Through the cracks it's crawling, through desire, trying to deceive its demise
Through the cracks keep crawling, cloaked in silence, as we must weep
As we must weep