Location: Inbetween (Discontinued for now)

These boards, so cold, Do you ever tire of the song? A tune I've sung, A million times long. The law was a door, I've made it a wall, And those who stand beneath me, Need not stand at all. This kingdom grows, Beyond all we once called law, Yet no one questions, What the courts are for. And why should they? The sun still rises, The bells still ring, The people still kneel, And the children still sing. Those eyes, they sing, Of things long gone, Of empty skies, And of a coming dawn. No more, no more, No more to be said. The living stand trial, The law lies dead. And when there's nothing left For you to take? Then nothing remains For them to forsake.