What has happened to us,
There is a burning in the pit of my stomach...

It's a fever dream, something frightful,
It's an ironic twist of fate, nature being...

What can happen in the blink of an eye?
Beauty upon nigh...

I saw a man walking with flowers one day,
I thought to myself he surely is in love...

I smell oranges, ginger, and cinnamon,
Resting on an evergreen branch, revisiting...

Settle down, sweet child,
Listen to my tone...

I'm here for the family,
I'm a member, I'm a blood-brother...

Running through the hillside,
Living a love with you as my guide...

Heat of the day melts me like wax,
Panic rips me, in horrid attacks...

Crimson vision and seething rage,
Blood-tinted memories, and emotionally caged...

There rests a small village on the edge of town,
It's a humble town, that doesn't make a sound...

Something happened,
But I cannot say what it was...