∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙ Loneliness is the name we gain Abandoned in attics of despaired shame We might not know who our maker is Nor even how we're birthed without a single kiss
Sailing shore to shore of no causing way We fly, we glide, we slip away
Each day is our rite without rights Pondered those colors from black to white And out our interluding charades Oh, how we are judge by senseless mocking jays
Enraptured by our capacities we can engage Still we leered showing a zealous face
From dust, A man was oddly fabricated A tapestry of wonders to show its vivacity He's so different from our Avant name And has a thought that could seize a luring day
But if he never saw how wide the narrow he'd take From dust a man shall die ever the same