when the mind dances like the devil then pours it out inside
floors are grieving with the smell that disinfects the heart
caught ablaze with the instinct of trying how to remember what is
leftover thoughts disregarded which with a \'damaged soul\' it hurts
played by the wrong all the while conscience plays with dice
changed spiritually into a monster that never woke up to life
an ocean covered above us all and in doing so we see transient
cleared away underneath our souls where beauty then hits the spot
and that sinking feeling hits until the clouds disappear from above
when the sun shines down on anyone that\'s worthy of some love
and we in turn to each other than must teach the world how to learn
the difference matters extraordinarily when in fact it fits into a burn
so in time healing what it says it will do then we can become one.