Draw from experience And make marks on a map And the lives we lead Are barely more than that So in the nighttime When you seek an early grave Just remember that Your children are afraid The earth is spinning At a never changing rate But the motion has not Ever changed our fate When every season kills The season that is left We acknowledge that We're only born for death Just know your children Are not children any longer As they fall in love And death and out of time So leave the light on Since you'll never really know How your garden lives When roses cease to grow So far removed that It's as if we've just begun And bear the burden Of an ever darkening sun But never falter, since the path we forge Is drawing ever near Echoing the voices through the fear