Combustion of fire burning through the *****
Hoping for the one to come
Patterns come after time an time
Idealistic now suppression
Simplicity now complication

Life quick with a strange curve
so sharp it can tear any nerve

Spears come to pierce our heart
Only to find our dearest handling but there was always end never a start

Bones together and all is fine
Through the heart there lies a peaceful shrine

A root growing beneath us all
Give some faith and search the call

The hole waiting to be filled  
But the desires have on begun
Now is when we start the build