The One, The Wayward

The one, the wayward stays
Awaits our autumn days
Of light not flesh remain
The guns for now lay quiet

I fight, I wait,
I hear the awful cries
I hope, I memorize my lines

It's better than the end I imagined
Better than the horrors I envisioned
If I can feel, I will feel no more
I'll show you who I am

The tide, the texture burns
The weight, the wild
Wave the ancient flag
Feel the ancients coming

You run, you weep
You try to wipe it clean
Nice try, quite a nice try

It's better than the end I imagined
Better than the horrors I envisioned
If I can feel, I will feel no more
I'll show you who I am
I can see, I can be, I am
I'll show you who you are