The Sunshine in the Night
Shining bright star fastened on our chest
With blackened words carved across our vest
Behind the fence they burned their prey
So that the smoke stacks had no rest
We cheered the villains as our bows danced along the strings
As we wished we could have remained in hiding from this tyrannical crest
The golden interlaced triangles are still burned into my breast
After witnessing the act of which the scoundrels could do best
Our melodies, I fear, were not enough to see us through the day
Where we could walk over the graves where we now rest
Shining bright star fastened on our chest
With blackened words carved across our vest
Behind the fence they burned their prey
So that the smoke stacks had no rest
We cheered the villains as our bows danced along the strings
As we wished we could have remained in hiding from this tyrannical crest
The golden interlaced triangles are still burned into my breast
After witnessing the act of which the scoundrels could do best
Our melodies, I fear, were not enough to see us through the day
Where we could walk over the graves where we now rest
© Brett Holden
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