Amaran – Seven Long Years

My revolution dies

straight from the wound to the soil

Didn’t need long enough to be named

Did need long enough to be mourned

Shadow mirror on the wall

looking at my reflection

Seven long years to endure

to my resurrection

If I’d sail the seven sees

would you still be here for me

When I found my way back home

My execution fails

left to the chariots of the switch

Burning the flesh and staging more

like a phoenix I’ve opened your throne

Father carry her for me

For I lack of empathy