The echos of the footsteps,
The mur murs in the hall...

The sky fell into darkness,
As the rain came pounding down...

The clown tripping up wards,
To entertain your thought...

She rose her bow to the world,
And they faintly echoed back...

Dewy mornings cold,
Sprinkle sorrowed fall...

I see a white rose crushed to desporation,
I see a dead dove and find no variation...

Filthy drains so softly,
Dirty skirt complete...

Here he came upon our earth,
A year or more ago...

Glazed with sunlight and hung out to dry,
The hills green blade's begin to dance...

In these walls I am muffled,
That support the dark...

I fall through everything,
The wind starts to bleed...

LDN
I'm what you stand for...