forsaken

Forsaken in the frozen fields of hell

The early morning train is late

Voices of the spirits remain tight

To the sacrifice left at the gate

A burden painted black and white

Gladiolas sing in a foreign tongue

Sitting at the window staring out

Another year added to the young

Every day break remains broken

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