My world consists of lies
friends self centered and egoistic...

Familiar you seem
in the dust of light...

In the present i still see
In my mind we would be...

Here he comes
brutal and mean...

Gather around the square digged hole
and prepare to meet my dear old friend...

Daily news
lies and pain...

Children playing
In the dust of a war...

Shining bright in the winter light
listening to the tones...

Between life and death
exist a fog of souls...

9. the bittersweet feeling held inside
8. a stupid act of selfish pride...

From the biggest tree
to the smallest creature...

Through our eyes we see
and with our ears we hear...