Scars Flown Proud

We are the Inheritors, the evidence of Heaven, in guise
Descendants of a legacy, gone but not forgotten--this time
We are the inheritors of the Grand Persuasion, in guise
Descendants of its masquerade, numb but not defeated tonight
Welcome to the silent war, to the world we never hoped to gain
The great Disguise, a wandering between two realms
One dead, the other rarely dwells beyond our eyes
Lest we be sorely recognized
We are the Inheritors, the evidence of Heaven, in guise
Descendants of a legacy, gone but not forgotten--this time
What little good intentions seem
But obviate the bloom of self esteem
We'll save our prayers
Inured to wounds from bleeding minds
Where Wisdom dares not mix with Time
Never fear: They'll age, they'll change, they'll disappear
In every path missteps are placed
In every path mistakes are made
If all paths lead but to the grave then let us dance along our way
Light in the mortal realm
All cast in celebrated gloom
With no where yet to rest our head
We're waiting for a door to open from within
And bring us home
Lest we possess our souls again
You Are A Wonder And I Will Sing Your Praise
We Are The Inheritors of the Grand Persuasion, in guise
Descendants of its Masquerade, numb but not defeated this time