What a bitter spoon of honey

what a sweet bit of pain

like the ones that came before us

all the ones without a name

like a fire in a forest

then a hollow in a grave

once a throat infected chorus

singing misery and shame

once a sea of empty vessels

sailing blindly in the night

once an army of destruction

now a panoply of lights

what a bitter spoon of honey

what a sweet bit of pain

they say that life is but a journey

and i’d have to say the same.