you buried your old loyalties
in the ground where the sun used to bleed
and the light refused to cease
so bury the flag that you fly
near the edge of that dark winter sky
and say a prayer for better times
where the light refused to cease
lies a shadow of grief
in the ground where the sun used to bleed
and the light refused to cease
so bury the flag that you fly
near the edge of that dark winter sky
and say a prayer for better times
where the light refused to cease
lies a shadow of grief