The Red Trail

Planets of old This place will suffer dimensions Branches that wave Red murky reflections Itʼs at the tip of my tongue Whispers from a shallow grave Bleed in the dirt The trail soaks Arrows of light Tracking the dream Arrows of light Tracking the dream Blood has been sewn The trials of wander in us We fight again Waiting on 11:11 Arrows of light Tracking the dream We should not have come here Theyʼll turn us to ghosts Strung up the tree line Our dead bodies afloat --- The Red Trail - Cave In