Bridges

Let me speak free from scorn
 Stars like weeds grow unshorn
 They lie austere and vain
 Old, still as the clay
 Crows show our way home
 Night was rain, a falling sea
 A rusted dawn strains to be
 Stones steam and snag the mists that rose
 From the low sun, a solemn glow
 O lustrous glow, the sun is low
 You've started a fire, you've started a fire you can't put out
 You've burned your bridges, can't go back from where you came
 Vision is falling, just writhe and burn out of control
 No use pretending, slither back into your hole
 You'll drag your house down, when truth comes calling at your door
 Stare through the misty wonder, the life of men's souls
 Your cup is empty and you are running out of time
 Caving your head in, don't dare to dream it will implode