My lovers eyes they gently weave as life a guise and bleed with tears of fear.
The rain it falls on heads from clouds of grey inside a one way broken mirror.
The other side, a world of peace,. Where hatred sits alone, upon an empty throne.
And thoughts of happiness and gentle nights takes you all the way from loss to home.
A kiss from the brightest star, above in space, will bring the light to the human race.
And brushed upon the earth is want and a stilled will upon your grace.
As falling lights shall near to land upon the grasp of natures hand.
And wild beasts will hunger and eat the morning of the night before.
As the empty winds carry words upon the lips she wore.
Thunder, lightning death and pain, gone to those whom are insane.
And whispers deep ignite and keep the brilliance of the tiger’s mane.
In the green, green jungle of the worlds game.