Gavels

We’re leaving the gavels at the door.

No need to strain that metaphor.

You asked us to tell you when you go too far.

So here we are. Here we are. 

We loved you then. We love you now. 

Remember when we took our bows?

Brothers in arms, embracing the stage.

Crowds fade away, but we still play.

No fiction could tangle history made.

What children say still matters today.

We traded hate and planted our fate.

Sirens pull you out. Brothers pray you in.

We won’t ever let you drown. Show us you can swim

We’re leaving your shadows at your door.

You counted 12 steps. But what about more?

Unlucky 13, lands you a score.

Winning the battle, but losing the war.

Sharing blame and wearing shame. 

New sirens calling. But feeling the same. 

You are divine when you hold your ground. 

Not when your shadows push you around. 

What children say still matters today.

We traded hate and planted our fate. 

Don’t lie. 

I want to feel all your stories. 

Forgery won’t bring you glory. 

Don’t lie. 

Who made you feel so alone? 

Virtue. Murdered. Young. 

What you’ve done. 

It’s time to own.