Have you ever stopped to see the burning up of all that tis me

Quest of vision in this a dying sea

No person on this rock or faithful friend will ever determine its end

No rocks of solution will the miller send

A duet séance in the after glow of pyre and embers sweet falling snow

A trial question where does the blood flow

Burden lifted for a trivial cost all inspiration on the crime lost

Triangle of putrid was it worth the cost

People oh dear people what is it you find in the blood or the whine

Hell or even heaven, which is your crime

Engines of destruction touch every hand fate of living furnace of man

Blood stained garment dimmed

Can not stop the power of a message kept just move forward from the bed he wept

A garden so long ago sleep covered the fading souls?

Short of answer as the line descends for in the beginning you had to know the end

White dove strange answer to send

I am small and yet I am large for I am the mission stored on the barge leaving home

Brown the silver never shown

Mother and father left behind cross is held to gather with fate and trouble demand

Head bowed low canting grains of sand

Samaritan laying on the road one to many for his heart to hold special hands fold

Robbers laugh canting his gold

Tree of a hanging in the meadow clear a swing of children a laugh about fear

Willow bends to shed a final tear

Water rolls by in a winter sound as it gurgles laughs are never found

Star rises in the sky angels in heaven even cry

Come hear all I know watch the bridges of time and mind flow intone another I see

Rapes the insides of me

Reeds of perfection cover dreams left open on a road where Samarian could be

Hold the hand of what I could see

Wish in a minute left to view kittens in her arms instead of you as angels pay their due

Better is the place she will go in history or hue

Splice in a sea of a fate words written on bust of palter way too late

Souls in dying embers will have to wait

Robin sings me a song cries the blues of never going to belong

Cry on the graves till way past dawn

Moon in hate hides behind the clouds and waits for me to enter then it swoons on dirty motel room

Passion and dollars leave way too soon

You are the window waiting for me out of stained glass my future will be a box of crayons keyed

I hold you as my last earthly seed