Dimming The Light - To Speak Of Wolves

Come in a little close dear, listen to this tale

About your brother next to you

Why it is he failed

I got a secret, I can’t keep it inside

So there’s this secret

I’m glad it isn’t mine

It’s killing me to keep it in

This burden isn’t fair

Listen to this story, mask it with a prayer

Brother why is it you find?

Is it your quest to tell?

The troubles that haunt our closest kin

Is time ours to sell?

We tear apart the inside

Working towards dividing our intentions

Locking all our doors

Whisper in my ear

Voice your silence

Who are we to judge?

I see a painted portrait in the hallway

All alone

The light brightens its texture

I see the artist’s every stroke

I close the curtains to dim the light, so the beauty fades away