Hear the silent echos
Flows of river egos
Pain that scorches
...A hungry anger that torches
Expressions that breed death
Tongues with foul breath
Blessed hands steal tithe
I bright
In solemn plight
Back to the beginning
A heaven of a haven
Would shores ever shiver
Oh there
Preachers would never differ
Love
The only water deciphered
Back to the beginning
On top of the world Eden
Now a rotten heathen
And then
Time would be a token deepened
Whoever ages
Would never ravage
Back to the beginning
The beginning of love
A feeling I starve
I would die to have
Where beauty
Is an inside spa
That sparkles
Like smooth fur
A soothing star
I yearn for the beginning...
