Ants

The ants have once again lost their way
the light dims and blinds them
My friend and true shadow walks languidly towards the
promised land
once with the strongest bondage now ripped, for the
circumstance fooled them

The ants have lost their way
and so have my soul
Not the bullets nor the shrapnel, its the gods that
tend to kill my friends
survival is but for the weak, for the strong walks
side by side to death on the razor's edge

The ants have lost their way
now its time to achieve what awaits them
Amusements are momentary but melancholy holds the
ground for longer
wind help them move closer to the road to nowhere
and a stamp by an unloving sole helps 'em even more,
the ants, my soul brothers, have found their way.