Ays Eroded By The Breeze
we are eroded
we are eroded by the
breeze
i walked on the sheer of the deepest abyss
and crested my highest mass
but when i close my ignited eyes
i still follow the stream
of these violent running rivers
and they foster a humongous sea
where everything is eroded by the breeze
there's no more sentiment just empty sleeves
just a pale memory that feeds the leam of hope
