Little steps

Morning sunlight not seen for ages 
Memory’s lost by history’s sticking pages 
Abundant feelings of salvation 
My heart it bleeds for this teenage nation 

Remembering the cold of your moonlight
Not withstanding where’s the  drive to fight or flight 
Starving hopefulness of its iconic leader 
Lost in the reality’s of being a bottom feeder 

Simple signs of begging academics 
Is both scary and profound 
Accumulation amounts to nothing when there’s emptiness around . 

Wishing winnings from the long days 
I’ve learnt everyone seems have it both ways 
Pretty face taking glory’s 
From the poor boys with hard story’s 

Dripping in the moisture of your sand storm 
And watching the destruction from a far 
I could dissolve in your essence 
If I hadn’t run from it so far 

Remembering the cold of your moonlight
Not withstanding where’s the  drive to fight or flight 
Starving hopefulness of its iconic leader 
Lost in the reality’s of being a bottom feeder 

Simple signs of begging academics 
Is both scary and profound 
Accumulation amounts to nothing when there’s emptiness around . 

Intros in with piano but works it way to rock opera finish , must have piano and guitar solo . Female backing vocals