A bitter rind beneath my tongue
I close my eyes and then it sung
The song that sank my silent lungs

With this I spit the blood of fear
A crimson red upon the peer
The color of my hands so sheer

To crumble in this feverish heat
I know the truth beneath deceit
I stand this ground to make this feat

But as he whispers;
                     come with me my friend
      I clasp his hand to the end
**Where butterflies swim and I ascend