When you were lost in darkness
I saw your light...
A man without believe is lost.
But all of the atrocities in the world...
you are the schwa
of public domain...
The truth here tastes of iron
Death rolls from its tongues...
an apple on a tree
a birdie on a bush...
Shh… let me hear it.
the room is echoing my emotions...
bleeding emotions isn’t my fort
but sometimes these wounds of mine...
I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...
Nah, I’m just a cloud passing by
I shade a few from the sun...
well, it is what it is, isn’t it?
The time has come yet again...
The lilting whisper of the sea and darkness,
the sand...
I left the cage open that the bird might come back
but the bird has never come back...