Flowing Tears Trust
He goes away
In search of a rose
In a drowning empty dawn
A paranoid dreamscape
He goes away
Along all their empty faces
And all the blinded ears
No one helps him and no one carries him
Running away....
And he carries a heart in his hand
A southfruit germ in the northern lands
Drifting and drifting fornever to dwell
He goes away
A tousand people but alone
In a touch of misanthrophy
And a wish to escape
From this reality