If there were no more suns to circle the world.
no flight for angels to test out their wings...

Lavender cardigan, vanilla
shawl, black satin dress...

You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...

Hope is our strongest way to believe,
the sun still rising in a city of destruction...

I am magically hypnotized
by rich symbolic oils...

Maybe lightning is God's way of communicating
that there are no clear-cut answers...

Here, I am the little prisoner,
hunched over a cherry wood table...

The lonely creeps in just past noon,
blanketing the ground with a...

I had to get out of here,
this other dimension...

I am pushed by eager early birds
who force the pregnant sun...

I'm looking for him,
A guy that is nice...

they condemn us with bibles
pictures of fiery pits...