Lonely raging storm
Born inside war
Eating suns
The poets cry
Meaningless
The crow dies

The greatest men will become trees
With roots eternal
Heaven provide shelter for me
The silver smiling woman

Sad knows soon
High skies breathe
Endless flame
This crooked origami
Shorelines perfection
This red flower

The greatest men not comfort stained
Of pure intention
Lead my noble crusade
With your beautiful silence