Name from a blossom
Found in the rivers curl
Proof for a saving grace, the sense of freedom
With our duty's all in a row, listening to early...

Antiquity knows an avid favor, the toll
Of berries brief and the solitude of an irony's tree
Looking for home, when sense is to be a clouds roll
Far away in heaven, the integrity of a weal, we see

Everyday
The tongue of persuasion and the portent to eschew good
The coming hour to heed a windy hope, a sun's ray
And a liberty to unfold for the purpose beyond wouldn't

Sated by the sigh of sensitivity
Even the crude mars and spills of life
Have a stock to take, and its inner nobility
Worth once a step found, in the wake of forever nigh

Night comes, and the tooth of witness comes to play
Aspect chilling, the mine or the sign
Of choice in a careful soon, a hindrance past the lips to say
A habit is our undone, and given wrong for same, our time

Light comes at last...
Spill of ideas, into the mercy we fueled by purpose unknown
Until a shadow has become the soul of our heed, so fast
We are the used and the abused, of a rage of lies sown...