ION INDIE MAGAZINE February 2016, Volume 21 | Page 108

From the pain of internal angst and onto love unrequited. If you haven’t had to experience this from
either side of the equation, then you are most likely a garden gnome or a piece of jerky. I very recently
had the distinct pleasure of sharing the stage with the next trio. WINGS FOR ARMOR, based out of
Pittsburgh, PA, bring a very melodic and entrancing vibe to the stage with them. You can check out more
of their work here:
www.reverbnation.com/wingsforarmor
www.facebook.com/Wings-For-Armor-128436273867124

BOXES
By Wings for Armor

You say you see it all clearly now that I’m gone
You say you want it all back what you’ve given me
And that I was wrong
But you don’t understand
How could you understand me?
Boxes packed with all our memories
Pictures of faces that no longer mean the world to me
And time keeps on moving without you and me
I try to tell myself ‘this had to end’ for me breathe again
But I’d be lying if I said ‘I didn’t miss you’ as my best friend
But you always wanted more You always wanted more from me
Boxes packed with all our memories
Pictures of faces that no longer mean the world to me
And time keeps on moving without you and me
So I’m held here hanging on the last word you never said
You always asked the questions you already answered in your own head
You never knew me; you never saw me for what I really was
I can’t erase you like you did me I can’t just say ‘goodbye’
You were never really there for me
Your selfish hand threw it all away
Boxes packed with all our memories
Pictures of faces that no longer mean the world to me
And time keeps on moving without you and me
As time passed and life evolves, so must we evolve with it…or else we face the chance of being lost in
the history of our own paths. Chaos is not immune to the ever-changing world. Open your eyes to the
beauty that surrounds you. Feel the mountains breathe and watch the sun cry teardrops of color upon
the horizon. Believe in yourself, if nothing else.