Cloudless

I've seen a blind woman

Growing cold outside

An older image of

Our younger selves

She wears a shard of mirror

And a broken sword

Screaming "look at yourself"

She is the scales; she is the statue

She is what we should have always been

But she has long since been replaced by greed

This eternal rain of dust has fallen

Down upon the scales

And they're broken

Rusted, and brown

Falling down

What gives you the right to

Take life away

In the dawning of our darkest hour

Who says what's right

What gives us the right to

Take life away

While these images are cutting through

A cloudless September sky