Remembering the Dead

You wouldn't wait for me
You wouldn't wait for me
Time can only
Bury me
In a borrowed grave
Under nameless trees
While the empty face of your certainty, is
Clothed in sky, and dressed to leave
For the bloodstained tales
Of victory
And if I were your jailor
I'd have carried your freed to you
So you'd always remember
All the glory
It won't allow you