Stoney is the breeze hail-storms brings,
failure is the way of our useless fathers,
a dolphin wishes to bring a cheerful sing,
as our our faults halters & gathers.
I can't blame when I'm equally to blame,
I brought down shame upon our name,
Distant seas were more than a chore.

A boil upon knee of Victorian ******,
and vicious ever blows the winter trees,
as we bring the wood and scraps to gather,
Equally as cold as shelter we shall seek
in amongst ruins beautiful & bleak.

I'm sorry my father and my mother,
torn off is the scab that skin had worn
and dust to dust is the light's little born,
just an itch in a little bit of scrap heap.

Weeps comes an angel with a leap
not able to for her destroyed lover,
and the child blows out a four leaf clover.