Find me
In a circle, with thee
Time is a vessel to look and lead
The truth to vested means...

Come together, say the use
In cool glances and apparent myth
The common eye, sore from abuse
To each and them, the other idea of bliss...

Races and voices, to teach you a care
Is all and mighty, until a lover has seen
The callous shadow of unity, and its marriage
Like the weary sides of silence we made to ask, kings

Let me
Have your sincerity for a song
The taller the day, the shorter the heed
Of worth in liberty, that has me for haunts

A fight with the wind, named joy
Just and capable, the source of interim...
To see a house of vanity's resolve, with which almost and coy...
Today are the eyes of the nowhere man, with a certain requiem:

Tears of compromises and its station, vice
Found in the voice of another, sunny day to remember
With a goal in sore trust, the taste in wishes that hide
And given a choice to kind come or tomorrows hill, will we find misery or more?