Naked eye,
silent sorrounded heart.
what\'s that sound?
elderly and ancient crown
from a spirit beyond recognition.
a vast dark room
comfortable crouching,
no hope,
no light,
yet he takes a glance into my soul.
Naked eye,
he sees through me
directly to my soul
his silence seems to claim;
\"poor pretentious soldier\",
\"come home\",
\"come home\"...