Always at war

Where do I begin?
I'll start with myself
I still hold this skin and these bones
But I've been reborn.
So long ago I used to be a saint
in a previous life
but now I am only a man
a man with a gun.
I guess that's just as powerful

Why does the rain flow down to the sea?
Why do these tears still remind me
of the waves that will crash upon the shore?
The water and land
Always at war.

I drive and pass familiar faces
Their eyes are all empty.
To them I'm a stranger along this road that I have driven on so many times.
These old familiar road sings
pointing the way to this place I was told I could rest
This place of my birth
But never my home.

Why does the rain flow down to the sea?
Why do these tears still remind me
of the waves that will crash upon the shore?
The water and land
Always at war.

I'll always remember
Walking through the door
The overwhelming flies
That old familiar smell
I've never been so sure
That I've been here before.
A feeling that's so strong.
A feeling that's so pure.

I could be a storm cloud
I could be a rain song sung from this ground that I stand on.
I'd open up the skies
and let the rain fall freely to the land,
Oh I could do that.
But I am nothing more than what I was when I was born.
I wish I was more.