Let that innocence
of the smiles in the dark
grab the tips of our heart
and throw away the meat of our art

Beautiful faces
over the picture of our verses
like those paintings we saw
in the light, without

The stream of that red gold
flowing through the middle
of something truly evil
Growing with all of our souls

Yet I cannot choose
To see the world with that face
or to let the dream disturb
the white horse's path

Dream on, my friend
To let go of the river that cried
and face the truth that died

Together,
maybe

Will you see me there?