I hold my broken eyes in a dream
catchers song,
where statues fell and temples dwell
Parting kindness a kissing wand;

Where visions burned in closed eyelids
a mystery,
Lynched in a harpies call letting the walls fall
Freedom trapped on a sailor's tongue;

Hidden by the blind mans plea
for sympathy,
The fight was a draw
My heart is an empty hall;

Will I ever see the sun again?