The blunt edge rips the rough paper
Angry blotches and smudges of blood...

What time is there to dwell on this life?
For all that we gain is sorrow and strife...

Huddled
Knees supporting chin...

Sunshine showers
Colourful flowers...

Let us find our way together
Let our hearts float like a feather...

As a child such thoughts were spoken
Of abandoned collapse of the world...

A silver snake tangled by my throat
Slips beside my skin and wrapped inside my coat...

When I’m lost in city streets
When I’m crushed by crisp ice sheets...

Sure I think it’s for the best
After all love couldn’t stand the test...

Through your eyes
I see myself...

Too much blood for one day
Too many homes destroyed...

Don’t you see?
It’s meant to be...