Our hearts grew sore, under the black summer rain
Our hearts grew sore, under the black summer rain
For, the sun no longer shone, and everything red was blood
For, the sun no longer shone, and everything red was blood
Our red hearts, reflected summer sun
Turning our hands toward the rain

The clouds froze like dried mud
The clouds froze like dried mud
And we were blinded by fire
And we were blinded by fire
The fire, the mud, dried the clouds
We froze, blinded

Everything man made, removed from value
Everything man made, removed from value
Nature in all her glory, scathed by virtue
Nature in all her glory, scathed by virtue
For man made virtue removed nature
From values we were scathed

Everything closed the sun
And drained the clouds
All virtue, a turning molten black,
And our hanging hearts, dried like mud

08/06/2005

Posted on 08/29/2005
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