In dark dark fumes of flames
In dark caves of no promises...

Shrill, the silent cry of an unborn baby.
She squawks with a squeal cry...

She is an avalanche deluge that emerge
In vexation,eargerness and in keenness...

O’ almighty, forgive our sins.
O saviour, we sinned on thy face...

O' why the fuss my people?
why you give it a life of toil...

Like the leaves in the fall,
dancing their death in the air...

O' thy beauty my darling dare it be duty...
for natures never rest for its creatures...

It's no often that i go blind.
It's less the time i find myself crying...

Do they deserve names?
Do they even care...

Down the hill in silent space
Down the cage in dark holes...

Be as though pointless like a banana
leaf from a fruitless palm...

Roses wither, roses die.
If flowers had enough light, if flowers had enough...