Kindling burns with the red flames of transparent lust
Taking away the stars glow, sitting blind
How fast I move through these streets
These words
These blurred nonsensical sentences
How blessed I thought the world actually was
Oh
How blind I am to see the sands glimmer
But am not able
To write them down, a true winner
To encompass time passing perfectly through us all
Through the night time cafes, begging for coffee, bread, a morsel
With deprecation by the bundle on the side
Seeing light for the first time
After so many long months in dreaded shadow
There is a rainbow after the storm
And it shows a hope
That mankind has yet to see
In quite a long time
So what are we fighting for we wonder?
What are we living our days in and days out?
Towards what mean can one scream,
When they reach their inevitable end?
Deficits, war mongers, sand castles washed away to be built anew
By unborn but soon to be nubile young hands
There was always a plan
By a God that never needed to take a stand
Because He knew others would for him
In their own gun shots to the top with fire glory
With lives spent like poker chips
From a man with his sunglasses with the sun's glint
Half assed attempts with these covers pulled tight
What a night, what a night, what a night...
When the money
Is the only thing that feels right