Some people lie and believe They´ll never die There is no value in youth Unless it is wise and kind As much as I am myself
This is a matter of wealth Arrows of emeralds Lead in our minds unfold
Les we forget regret Foraging treasures left This is temporal All we have is temperament
If I could I would let you see through me Hold our skin over the light to hold the heat Flood the halls with ruby insides til we spill Wonder what it feels like If I could I would let you see through me
Moisture from their breath Covers to bring our death The warmth of their health hovers