Don't mind the wind
that shattered strong bones,
shutting the eyes
and hiding behind
weakly as one
who has been through it all,
steady as one
who seems authentic and kind...

just as the moribund stoped trying
and I kept hoping to the reviving
a sudden thread has crossed my mind
that I was looking where there's nothing to find

don't mind the rain
that drips posion on the wound,
withholding the mouth
from saying the words...
weakly as one
who has been through it all,
steady as one
who seems authentic and kind...

just as the moribund stoped trying
and I kept hoping to the reviving
a sudden thread has crossed my mind
that I was looking where there's nothing to find