The Fall from Grace

I can hear them call it out on the streets The sound of hate to their marching feet The gardens of gold have died without peace While the pure warm hearted souls are sound asleep I feel there is no one to trust A cold wind of change made love rust I fear the night’s unfurled Born in a cold worn world Coming from hopeful days Herald the fall from grace I can see their lies feeding their fire The heat of hate in their blind desire The dreams we once held have crumbled to dirt From a broken yesterday to a future hurt The towers crumbling down Built on the backs of the lost Built on the backs of the drowned Backs built to break There goes our last piece of hope It has been stolen and sold And in this darkening maze Is this our fall from grace? Still they stand in hollow pride While love and mercy fade and die I know there is no one to trust