Carry on wayward soldiers
In your long and wasted pleas
Breaking surface in the water
Under dark and stormy seas
Wear your armor once again love
Cover scars and pain at will
Block the vision of your wanting
With your refined and perfect skill
Mask your damage with your silence
Hide your fears beneath your smile
Pride yourself upon your choices
As your memories walk the mile
March to the sound of your own locks
Deep and wounded from no touch
Pleased from depths you cannot remember
Because the pain is just too much
Walk blindly into your man-made storm
Only time will tell
Are you walking away from heaven?
From choosing your own hell?