It's the writing on the wall,
Sets you free and makes you whole,
Not the smoke, nor the lies
But the fire in her eyes....

All the words that form an ocean,
Lost in sea, lost in the motion,
Of her mind, and of her soul
Sinking down, going below...

All we do is a filling all,
Those deep, dark corrupting holes,
Of lost love, and hurtful souls
Those lost battles, beautiful...