My city used to be
Coursed of grit and stone
Cut into the hands that would call them home
My home used to be
A grove of a thousand trees
Every root familiar and old
Now my places burn
Robbed of history
A legacy of fathers all lost to me
There are promises made
When you need the sun to rise
And your colors will break
Over unfamiliar skies
You will miss the night
You will miss the night
Courage used to be
The solider on the wall
Heart wrapped in armor to guard us all
Wisdom used to be
The poet in the night
Spinning words of comfort to cool the eyes
Now our soldiers all are broken
Our poets all are crazed
And you think me a coward to run away
There are promises made
When you need the sun to rise
And your colors will break
Over unfamiliar skies
You will miss the night
You will miss the night
Time will collect
All the things you can't forgive
And paint them
All on the glass before your eyes
With words that can't reflect
All the details and the dreams
In between
All of our lives
There are promises made
When you need the sun to rise
And your colors will break
Over unfamiliar skies
You will miss the night
You will miss the night
Written by: Ali AslamLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Create your own version of your favorite music.
Sing now
