Wilderun Linger
Take the fire and bend it into the shape of a child
And let him sing what you've been trying to say for a while
That there's nothing left, no bodies to catch the heat of the flame
There's nothing left, and every word that's thrown becomes the same
We made hammers to cave in the walls we chose to build
I'll grasp them both- maybe you can honor the bearer of guilt
But instead, the white flag smothers the boy and shelters the lie
You were only saved 'cause you could not be destroyed
One last time I'll try to tame the beast without breaking skin
But no solution seems to ever let me in
If I go on, I'll hold on with the weakest grip I can
But neither warriors, nor humble words can linger in this land