Sometimes i wonder why I'm afraid of why i stay
But that's an illusion for today and illumination will begin okay
I don't know what to do about the writings on the ceilings and i don't want you to forget me
I don't Sense victory of the war outside my home, the powder across the fields
You can the trembling of everyman and everything
My ceiling is peeling away the beautiful day, its gone, its gone
What do i do, I'm too late, its fate, I'm too late
I wonder why I was chosen, maybe I'm just a reminder that there was no answer or reason for the fighting,
Is this my home anymore?
Therefore I am lost
My fingers are frosted from the weather
It doesn't matter whether we had a good day or not the day is over
Therefore there are no more writings on the ceiling, and no more healing
the day is over