Overture

A broken shield That tired eyes reveal What we conceal When it hits home Make room for the unknown To bleed a stone An overture Towards a peaceful soul An overture To be in control A document When days were better spent Being content A surrogate Replacing all regret Forgiven debt The way out Is tough to make out To shed your Former skin The way out is Hard to make out Face away From The Wind Face Yourself Don't make waves Face Yourself Don't make waves Save yourself