Little flower turn your eye,
For the sun mustn't see you cry...

The sun lies.
Sensation pricks her eyes...

Tears crash upon wrinkled clothing
Stained from previous grief...

Everyday is a silent parade,
we walk down the streets...

Stray souls wander
Into the open void...

We stop at stop signs
because it's the law...

So far away, yet we strive,
For greatness...

Said the sun down to the people,
Redemption shall rise in a white-washed steeple...

Her smiles and her laughter
Bring about the memories of a yesterday...

With your eyes pressed upon the earth,
You seek wisdom from the elder stones...

Twilight skies twist aging star trails
Over hidden treetops long forgotten...

The rain it drones, soothing skittish nerves,
Might it just wash away our tears...