Salt, do you owe me love?
Since a single idea made us
Through and few, the toil of a new sense
For which and where, the scope of eyes we discuss

Space for a noisome charity, set to rights
With a callous fear, the thought of wonder
In the arms of insincerity, spare notion to share a might
With no face, but the one given a garrison of thunder

Shameful, the talking and the spate irony
Of a question still lingering, in the shadows of couth
Persons of strength, and the tooth of ours, impunity
Is a wealth to remember once, when the fate of truth...

So many heroes and spare ides to welcome home
When the fires of uncertainty, are nothing more than urges
Of lingering heed to a patience, that has you by name
And the very courage to show the more, to a mind, word for word

Salt, do I owe you love?
Special and ordered with the fury of mercy in a whole stare
Shown to be, the coming hope of seldom and its vast and burdened covenant
With a promise from an eternal lip, that knows what it is to care