Flowers, poisoned by illusion A reminder of the love they couldn’t mend For lack of time
This beautiful voice Awaken me Take my hand
Death was never made easy Life as well
I can feel the electricity on my lips From a fearful dream
Morning construction on this Sunday a reminder of the lack of freedom
My room as cold as the winter sky
My mind drenched in lucid dreams and morning visions These clear chested morning of thoughts and lucid remembering are all yours A reminder of your depth of feel and your vision and power.