The day falls short on an open valley,
while songbirds sing to a blooming orchard...

The roads are lit with street lamp haze
as traffic lights play coloured games...

Give an inch, take a mile,
deceived by lowly banter...

I ask you to bare witness to the things I have...
To the atrocities and foulness committed...

Baby, do you remember
that time I had broken your fall...

What is it coming, dear?
What does it say...

Rock-a-bye poor man bound to the earth,
while the wind growls, his soul shall disperse...

These days cold water trickles at my feet.
Where rivers flowed with willows - envy in their...

I once had a crow, he was shot in a storm.
A bullet to the beak from an eye of scorn...

The wind floats far from it's resting place
in search of warmth to rise again...

An itch begins inadvertently
as a scar dries up in this shallow sea...

Just a quick note: This song is the sequel to...