Rest

A song that's still in the works.

The howls of the falling, piercing the night

A dark cloud comes crawling, to smother the light

The beasts of the earth open their hands

For what little you're worth, you owe it to this land

So sleep for now, there's a long road ahead

Your toil in these fields, has made up your bed

And lo the ships that will carry you away, you built them with your blood

And all the beasts of night that left you horrified, have drowned in the flood

Pack your bags for the flight to sleep in the dirt

The time to rest has come, you've put in your work

Harsh words and frustration don't mean a thing now

You've given years of blood and sweat, let the soil have your crown.......