The Life of Three


Fear and anger, all the same;
Days devoid of song.
Lives in ruins, in the rain,
That still must carry on.

Defeat is raw and yet they rise
To try to hope again.
Despair is black but never cries;
There's no release from pain.

The pride is but a rigid mask,
To hide the fragile eyes
That do not dare to ever ask
What in their future lies.

Dancing on the knife has blurred
The lines of wrong and right.
Fleeing all the hate incurred:
The runners in the night.

Existing in the terror of
The life they had to choose,
Cold and hunger, death and love;
They've nothing left to lose.

Dreams long dust are cherished still
To keep their hands held fast.
A cold façade, an iron will,
The team who's always last.

The life of three that lies within
The millions on the earth.
The life that sees the shadows thin;
The life that has no worth.

The life of three that no one knows;
The pain that haunts their eyes.
The cold trail of their hearts still goes
To where the morrow dies.