those that bled now hold the reins
the seeds you've sown will be in vain
for all the might they've set upon you now
they'll take it all and blame you anyhow
eat the bread the widows bake
then lay their homes all to waste
you watch them build them all back up again
it keeps the bounty pouring in
all the faces turned up to the stars
turning hearts diamond hard
turning eyes as black as the night
turns the night bright as day with diadems of light
the memory vendor takes its toll
at all the spots you used to go
now haunted by another's watch and key
is the dresser where her photo used to be

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): ANNA LOUISE KRIPPENSTAPEL, CATHERINE ANN IRWIN, CHRISTOPHER GEER MORGAN, DAVID WAYNE GAY, JANET BEVERIDGE BEAN, NEAL WAYNE ARGABRIGHT