Snake The Cross The Crown The Fields Of Ius
A solitude
and oh I sit
slow
some seize
with our words
for sales
and there's greed
that's always behind
and I can not recall
knowing what we find
or what is planned
I'd hoped that its nice
or better then this
but everything is so beautiful
and nothing hurts
I tell myself but
I am so alone
and so scared
and so anger less
but I must carry on
towards his rise
in hands
through the waves
and oh so fragile hands
so there
oh just like my own
and I can not recall
knowing what we'd find
though we'd have the love
we heard that its not sure
or better than this
and everything is so beautiful
and I think it hurts
I tell myself but
everything is beautiful
and nothing hurts
I tell myself
but they're forsaken of anything
and these plans cause
I'm scared and alone
and I'm seeing a doorway
for my life
to be more then a point
on a wake lost
its bones I can't bare
