Blow gently wind, for your life is extended.
Gasp for me, a gentle soul. Whose bones are lonely
And cold. Walking underneath stars. I cry and shed
The pain, the past. Like tears, growing, gone: my true
Self, perished away. When I was young. Where is my face
That face I onced loved. To see back, on the surface
Of the river. As I lay and thought of you. Tomorrow.
You came and went, gently as the burn, for I live in-disguise
How my soul weeps, lonely under the sands. I dig my feet.
And wish, deeply, to grow like a big ol' green...
Tree. Who'll find my friuts ? For it's nourishment
Enter, like water and leave, like wind. Through.
The echoes of numbers. I resent the hands of time.
Which mocked me, and laughed at me. For my...
Only companion, here been the tears whose warmth
Gave, subtle comfort. Under the eyes of God, even he
Denied me, water for my feet. I shed my tears.
To grow and feel, myself. As a tree, by the sea.