Under the Forgiven

I felt you on my skin, I watched you drop the leaves
And as twilight lengthened, you gave up on me.

I am the summer, You the east wind.
Me the dreamer for tomorrow, You looking only back.
The wastelands of yesterday, will be the gardens to come.
Wounds once fresh, healed into scars of wisdom.

I felt you begin, I watched you fall to knees,
And as sunrise beckoned, you raised hope to see.

You the forgotten, Me the yet to happen.
You fear what will be welcomed, I'll embrace all in stride.
The bones of the departed, seeds upon the breeze.
Breaking through earth, looking to learn anew.

I felt you recognize sin, I watched all you thieve
And as sunshine burned, you stole into the trees.

I am the goodness, You the thrown down.
Me the trusted liar, You the outcast soul.
History will remember, the words that I will write.
Sunshine of my desire, omission of truth's delight.

I felt your eyes burning, I watched you get deceived
And as the world judged, you were the only free.