Although i don't hold true the force
a broken core may never mend
but seen have we - that light may end
and dreams are always washed away
Escape the pain - for another day
inside this way - and for the norm - call to conform
and on we force the mind - to shine of mother earth
here, what is best - to let our mother never rest
Can i ever hold the hand
what drought has caught and killed again
always hope for this
always dry is where it ends
enflamed in lust and drive to touch
released from lightness heights
fell did our heart
poured forth at last (our buried trust)