Born and raised
On these fields so fresh...

Silvery shards rest silently
Broken and beaten on the ground...

The waterfall is nice and refreshing
The waterfall is calm and soothing...

You see him as just another body
Your indifference is cold at times...

Shackles of dusk grasp me
Twilight consumes my every move...

Like a tight-rope performer
I walk this line...