And how they burn so
and Heaven ask me how
How I've lived till now
I tell them I know my Father

I guess they never understand
How spiteful and gross their lifes has been
But life began again in their watersheds
The day the silver spoon jumped over the moon

And yes, they know how base life can be
The shadows follow them giving state milk
And the night won't set them free
But they don't let the evenings go down
Now that they find the Ale houses in insanity

And how they hate and burn too
Their thoughts are just for me
They call my spirit but its soars free
I'm happy they still can't let go and do theirs

The book of life is brief and same for all
And once a page is read what's left is hearts
All but ours is nowt but the whispering breeze
That is my belief for the winds of fortune is hybrid
And yes,…they still hate and burn