When will the human race
Absorb the lessons of the past and...

The finger of suspicion points out
our family's deepest secrets...

I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...

A Sanctuary is this,
my peaceful, havens nest...

What do you see,
when you look at me...

Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...

After the storm
has washed away...

With winters silent shroud the forest waits
for formless foggy breath to evanesce...

Alone it has no purpose.
Crouched there under the lamp in wait...

So she's back on the scene and I see in her face
that she means to take back all the love I've...