The Left Hand

Everyone backslides time and again
Somehow the rocks fall back from the edge
Call me back when these severed ties have met
Over the cliff of lies and faith

Rocks speak words when they see the end
Tell the tale of the hardest fall
When they pierce the wind and all
Its glory ends with a simple cracking bend

But sounds and of fire crackle nearby
As your head aches from the tragedy
The scent of smoke echoes underneath
And the heart yearns for breaking out inside

But glory surrounds the midst of you
And you'll believe that nothing exists
But negativity becomes true in the mist
You'll find hope if you have all to lose