Hanging Garden Paper Doves
With every breaking dawn
We scar the earth
In a blind mindless way
We feed our growing pain
Disinclined to see
In our cores diseased
We carry the plague
With every passing day
More beauty we erase
The groves, the glades
Our world we devastate
Disinclined to see
That springs will fail
That colours will fade
And the shadows shout
A nightmare scream
In the black desert
In every restless dream
In the clouding distance
The paper doves fly
Someone declares
The end of time
In the clouding distance
Black fumes arise
In fear decayed souls collide
And the shadows shout
A nightmare scream
In every wasteland
Within you, within me
