Silver Spoon

A silver spoon, creates a line

Right in front of my eyes

On the table on with it lays

So why do we always want to be

On the opposite side of the line

On the battlefield, the truth reveals

That the opposite poles always clash

But I know, that I’ll hold, that I’ll crawl, to you tonight

The sliver spoon is on the ground

The table no where to be found

Bodies gone, division won

So why did we, always choose to be

On the opposite side of the line

The ground has healed, the lies were revealed

So we drifted slowly apart

But I know, that I’ll hold, that I’ll crawl, to you tonight