Some days my flames are hot and other days so cold
I look out my window of hope
foster cobblestones and ancient trolls
hobbits with an eye for laughter
prepared for the great here after
some days i falter
to come up with a solution
the dream police issue me a citation for noise pollution
their are some things in my attic so i better clean it
from the cobblestone onto a barbed wire fence
faces in a trance
one heart to hold a hand to mold
solitarity
in the city folks getting busy
charm you most