Comforts of Home

Frustrated visions
Haunt the sidelines
Come, I'll let you see like me

Individualism separates me from you
Your skyline is a vulture
Your night time
Just an easy out

I'll blot the day
And start with you
Has our conscience shown;
Or am I hearing hymns
You've blown into song?

Tone-deaf bones are broken
Light bent beneath
An autumn tint of gold
Old lives are destroyed

Your heart still tastes after all
As the rain only falls
To cry from my eyes

So take comfort in yesterday's scars