Time in tissues
Faster than convention, the light to sell
The awakening heed, of a new misery in the dues
We are famed for, the mortal coil, and the hunger of a bell

Praise me, it will ask
Is a legend to serve the bold notion we found
For a future, and a lover worth nothing but the facts
Kissing a presence in golden shares of worth, is so sound

To the oncoming world
Where suspect was a finite hope, composed
By the gift's of sense in our long waiting hurry
Of condition in your names sake, where but once is old...

See the travail...
Patience is a child's tooth, known to collect thus
Until the vices of adulthood, know the guarantee of hell
Heaven wants me to wait, but the risks of life even must

Seem the timid...
Condone and fascination, to overwhelm the denial of poises
Made from silences we expect, are but the image of a lip
Taken to extremes for a same coping, with the acts of choices

Seen the toil...
So sacred to a language of curses and divorce
But the anger we seldom, the rue of instinct to foil
Anarchy in the limelight of our dreams? somewhere a force...

Seek the truth...
For a limitation in the now, we never knew
Except by the senses we are given, to another for youth
And the light of simplicity to come home, with friendship, thanking you