Exposed nails on a chalkboard
writhing in Earth, Wind, and Fire
These elements touched by sinners 3.
Trapped voices in a cage
squealing "fly away, fly away"
All wings clipped, torn by thee.
Now heed the song I sing
for travelers starved, we seek
Branded with scars so deep.
A stretch bruised with keys
their legs ripped at the seam
Eyes fall ready to weep.
Lances project dreams abroad
Float in shapes, a triangle of sorts
One cut head, who speaks to me.