Satisfy yourself with the edge of a blade
Shear the lines comparable to maps
Hold the strengths of a mother-bearing child
The beautiful lotus on a Saturday
Be wary of the shadows
They follow as you lead
Sometimes under moonlit skies
We follow living free
Shiver as the night wears on
Be comfortable with me
Living is a waste of time
So waste away with me
Lonely souls bare lonely eyes
From singularity to lullabies
Each passing day the heart goes on
Leaving ribbons from where it lay
In December cold I will remember
This truth from yesterday
Give us strength for we are weak
We are begging on our knees
And this I will pray to you
So hear us if you please
Give to us our daily bread
For we are aching with starvation
And if our wounds should cease to heal
Let our scars be all they see
This troubled life is troubling
If not for you than me
I have said the words of a thousand men
All is lost
Amen