They're in flight to no gates, I wonder
Reaping these tears, no thrill in shame
Mocked hard at the sore, no reclaiming
These windows disappear, and fated

Marked far at the limits, down the sky
Utter control, stars for each thought
Great sacks of sand, there's no feeling
Steered away from love and secrets

Yields I've suffered, and may it stay
Feared inside, and now yes to the light
Sang a song of fear, and danced away
Each race tears a mother like none other