Trenches
Take these pins out of my chest,
I pant for air as I feel a tingling in my legs.
I want to move but my legs won't move from this place.
They are stuck.
The muddy trenches are caving in and I can't hide here anymore.
My weary, wounded spirit still holds on but the war is over.
I pant for air as I feel a tingling in my legs.
I want to move but my legs won't move from this place.
They are stuck.
The muddy trenches are caving in and I can't hide here anymore.
My weary, wounded spirit still holds on but the war is over.