Fine. Have your silly battles.
What can I do but run...

Don't demand.
Do not force me...

Keep my simple soft
Eyes will seek for you...

Mocking me, mocking me
I yearn just to write...

I have seen green grass
and the dew upon a rose...

Like eyes among this empty sky
From tip to toe you find your way...

Fire, fire
Take my soul...

Today we could revive
We could perish...

I cannot help but ask
Why the sun comes out each morning...

Wild as the flowers
left out in the sun...

The words I've never heard; sights I've never seen
A dance I cannot feel; a song I cannot sing...

Pushed down, shoved aside
Gasping, bubbling...