Malady, seeping through the sieve
Clammy hands to believe
Cradle me, slowly back to sleep
I have seen, Georgia under siege
Burning skies through my eyes
Morning storms, temperature will rise
Thread to one, skin,
Move over, I’m gathering the steel
Bullets meant for us
Memories changing
Pain to hope
Darkness to light
Young to old
Memories changing
Pain to hope
Darkness to light
Young to old
Malady, seeping through the sieve
Clammy hands to believe
I will see, shots rebound on me
Bullets meant for us
Memories changing
Pain to hope
Darkness to light
Young to Old
Memories changing
Pain to hope
Darkness to light
Young to Old