Whole of not, keeping time
Through the liberty's we stole, for a kiss
Saving every privilege, energy for such a crime
Without your order and call of when, the real tis'...

Sour advances, for a threshold of succor, sanity is in love...
With your few, the torrid and the sight of horrors
Made for the stark, nature of giving another covenant
Treasures and sulking ours, the taste of life, so foreign?

Patiently, the appeal of yesterday
Today, in our hands, to claim a nature good enough
For integrity, the joy you hide is a nefarious place
Made for guilty heads, and slick tales, becoming love...

Paradise in a throe of agony, to come again?
Lift the spirit of opus, to our seldom, the tears
Of courage and its whimsy, conscience to win
The time of its life, where home hears your insolent fears?

Prayer's? a coping and austere face from history
Candid enough to look before the leap, of communion
Into the sight of reality, where sophistication has its worry
Does a marveling heart, save you from destiny, with what I ruin?