When you stand on the brow of a hill The dust rising from the ground catching your throat A bead of sweat running from your temple Making the ground moist to relieve your throat Do you remember your journey? Decades it has taken you to find your peaceful view Yet you still look to the horizon with the want of destruction A reconstruction of the soul which Disconnects you from one another In the distance the smoke bellows Cries of despair can be heard in the shadows But the cacophony falls silent on your ears Your tears dried long ago with the earth And as the earth cracks you gamble and play devils advocate as to which side will win Neither side can save you from the burning fire within  Hell bent to destroy everything you stand for But yet you endure your journey Making out that it is for the benefit of man Which is rusting fast like an old tin can The mighty fallen strive to grasp onto the memories of a time Where the lies you once believed grew thin on the front line Deeply seated your subconscious whispers in your ear the further your voyage takes you the less you will fear Pounding your heart forgets all emotion Beating a rhythm that is monotonous It guides you through like a metronome Keeping the beat of a symphony that no one else can listen to Nor do you want them to This is the melody that you understand Leading you forward hand in hand