Terror Companion from BETTER DAYS by Maxwell Lee

I feel the anvil over my head
Well I'm speaking words of stone
I'm thinking thoughts of lead
I see the light
Which burns I'm glad
Woah, what I could have
Yes you know I wish I had
And yet this stone
That sinks within
It's a result of
What I needed then
And didn't get
At least not yet
This kind of wound
Want's not to heal
Terror Companion
Always at my heels
Words said aloud
Are all but done
Well I'm reaching for the moon
Despite the sun
I read the signs
Hanging in the dark
By dying flames
Mourning the sparks
That haven't let
Me burn out yet
I tried to carve your name
In the bark
And I struck a place
A hardened mark
I broke the blade
Upon The knot
I couldn't walk away
Never forgot
How the tress
Grow, crack and burn
And turn to stone
Each fissure earned
I'll build a house
Not on this earth
Where she can dream
And never learn
And yet this stone
That sinks within
A result of
What I needed then
And didn't get
At least not yet
I read the signs
Hanging in the dark
By dying flames
Mourning the sparks
That haven't let
Me burn out yet

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