The rhythm of life
heaven withstanding and smiling
we're all swept away
the rhythm of life
is not so demanding as some
caught in narrows would say
fragile as ships as we pass through gibraltar
the sirens have long given way
dark as the murky graveyard of sailors
whispering secrets told in the crashing waves
the beating of hearts
set walls to trembling
the power of silence persuades
the stumbling feet
stagger predestined we all end up
wild eyed and crazed
and from the madness most jaded of vision
reflections of horror invade
running and falling relinquish your venom
the antidote surely will cause
your affliction to fade
how little we know of what we are blessed with
our shimmering island it turns
how little we look at what we see clearly
of tragedy's lessons not learned
Sleeping through classes we'll make it up later
there's still so much time left to go
misguided roses we bloom in october
emerging triumphant in time
for the season's first snow