Where violins welcome you home

Self destruct someday

Ashes scattered over all our remains

You will not find me then

Were you to return, you will not find me

My brother says it gets better

If we’re responsible for another

I told him I was responsible everyday

Responsible for you

You see there are places on this planet

Where the blood seeps through the cracks

Of the ghosts of long past

There are monarchs on their thrones

And warriors without homes

And you’re either one of the two

Or you are just not

I suppose I am not

There’s a temple in japan

Where the blossoms wither and bloom

And a wishing well

And a little girl

And watering streams

And death’s at their door

There’s a bloody trench

Somewhere in Germany

With drying leaves strewn about

In patterns of terrible stories

There’s a man in india

With a rose water grave

And tilting bells into the sunset

Resounding in the fray

There’s a prince from a far off land

That lies heartbroken in his bed

His dreams trouble him

His sword unsheathed

Lies stained with blood

There’s a street in new orleans

Where the violins welcome you home

A witch playing with her dolls

and the balconies with the whores

Singing songs of those who always fall