Crushing losses, filled with sorrow
Landslides, in perpetual rain
Endless canyons
In the center, of my heart
With its magma, flowing down
Not in burts, but as seas
Crawling down, the open wounds
All around, to protect
From the sky
Every morning, a new sunrise
But not seen, just the clouds
With teardrops falling
In the tunnels, of my heart
Winds are blowing, smoke arises
As the sun, comes rushing in
Wounds are closing
Canyons filled
A brand new ocean
I wish to swim