Tell me a story or speak the truth, travel back to forgotten youth
awaken the innermost self and free, build an effigy cry your plea
plant some seeds, ponder growth, tear down walls or swear an oath
but stain the page that once was white, free your demons.......Write

Espoused to the moon was the lady in red
she who only kept secrets inside of her head
many have perished in search of the key
that would unlock the center they all hoped to see
deep in the forest at the heart of the glade
in water half frozen alone she would bathe
to battle her demons and test her will
her beauty entranced all who sauntered those hills
just echoing laughter on a sweet path they crossed
now they'll wander forever yet never be lost

I love a bag of water she calls herself a queen
she gave me many daughters and wanders like a stream
I love a little puddle she feels she is so deep
she frowns upon the grass she's killed and sings herself to sleep
I love a muddy river I had hoped she'd take me home
but she thought a little talked a lot and cut me to the bone
so I love an empty bottle that catches morning dew
transparent as she seems, I'm still unable to see through

Wake up from slumber brother where is your mind
uncover rubble slumberer the truth you've yet to find
raise your voice up whisperer the serpents coil poised
they strangle at our throats, and we've yet to make a noise
smile knowingly devourer the earth is nearly reaped
wake up from slumber brother, lest it happen while you sleep

You bleed me and break me to lovingly remake me
you love me you hate me I wonder if you'll take me
you know me and get me but in a way you regret me
so you bend me and crease me just to release me

Emancipate yourself from all the questions of the mind
build a little box for all the ugly things you find
eviscerate all logic from equations that you write
and if the truth looks at you hard then hide it it plain sight
once you reach an impasse try ignoring all the signs
Emancipate yourself from all the questions of the mind

I'll sit and watch you flourish I will nourish all your needs
and even when I'm worried I will hurriedly plant seeds
wistfully I'll water and blissfully admire
even when I'm aching I'm still chasing my desire
hard work to fruition as if tuition I have payed
but my learning leaves you yearning for the soil in disarray