There’s a magic in the language
That always seems just out of reach
I wield these words as weapons
Sharp and swift and yet they fall so easily
Dropped in surrender to the trutb
There’s nothing left to say
And it’s all over now
Long before it ever really started
I could try to win the day
But there’s no battle to be won
Nothing to fight for
And the message holds no grand secrets
Just the frail and failing ramblings
Desperation come to life
Grasping at the fantasy
I strain to feel that magic
I’ve believed in for so long
Only to find its absence
A haunting presence in the place
Of the warmth and security
That I was fighting for