Who We Truly Are Guns fire People cry Deadly chemicals Fill the sky Legs run Arms flail Mud boils Stones hail Blood bleeds Mouths shout Lives lose Death pouts Bodies fall Eyes close Men weep Because war shows Who we truly are

Bran Climbing up the castle Up it's towers and walls Thinking it's impossible To ever trip or fall Climbing up the castle Up it's roofs and spires Thinking it's amazing Climbing higher and higher Climbing up the castle Through windows and doors Thinking you're alone there Up above the floors But when you see something You really know you shouldn't Then maybe they would push you And blame an accident

The Cold of North In the cold of north Where terror reins Man does guard The world from pain The wolves howl And the walkers walk No one is safe From the eyes of hawks In the cold of north Where mystery hides The men are forced To tell such lies The snow falls And the days grow dark But the spirit of #life Stays all but stark In the cold of north Where nothing is safe Monsters reside In stone cold caves The young grow old And the old do die To never see What truly lies Beyond the wall