Sometimes the Flowers Arrange Themselves

We'll draw far, hold and fire
And let our arrows black out the sky
Raining down on everything we know
As time flows ever forward
This longing will never cease
To fan the flames of discontent
And take back what is ours

Until our legs give out
We must march forever
Longing for that golden sunset
Where meek hearts no longer

Hang heavy in the dusk of despair
With our anger we must grow wings
The future is upon us