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...

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

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

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...

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...

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

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