Generation Of Ghosts

Days left of fall, the dimming light falls
Our fighting soldiers home to rest
And shadows watching out
To wage a raging war
A victory for all I see
Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air
A history of dreams collide

You can see it on their faces
Smell it on their lips
A generation of ghosts
Lost and weak fade away
What little of love left within me
Has been bled dry and buried

Ashes crowd the air
As silence scars the air
A history of dreams collide
A fallen friend then speaks
A wasted round of dreams
A history of dreams collide

I will sing with the end of all things