Senses

Ever feel the silence
Ever scream the words
Ever find the sadness
In your own herds

Feel the wind blowing
Feel it swing and cry
Feel it swish around you
Before you go and die

Touch the moon lit water
Touch the sun lit plain
Touch the many people
Were I am lain

See the sadness around you
See the empty halls
See the people crying
As the bird calls

Smell the sweet perfume
Smell the burnt wood
Smell the ancient artifacts
That look so strangely good

Hear the knife plunge in
Hear the thoughts of doubt
Hear the blood fly everywhere
As the sun goes out.