it was ll in the rain

it was in her eyes

tears dropped in anguish and distress

in the nerves of pain was boiling the warmth of grace

we run against the tide

severed with the losses of logic

love left me unimpressed

i keep on walking the path of tragedy



let me attend let me represent

my muse lays dead down on the brimstone row

wounded night let your children descend

arteries cut, now let the inspirations flow

we run against the tide

severed with the losses of logic

love left me unimpressed

i keep on walking the path of tragedy



before the last breath -inhale

before the final death -exhale

can you live with the lie and still keep your faith?

did you think you could fly without any damage done?

you can't beat the burden of the lonely so you'd  open the gate?

find yourself relevant in the world that is gone?

did you think you could fly without any damage done?

rain runs its tracks to the ground in which you'll eternally dwell



"angels... they never existed

my belief is not enough twisted

to hold up such religious characters.

what were you thinking of?"

[Timothy Findley]



a great stone by the tree details carved

no candlelight beside

for frozen rains look'd after that its fire would starve

like the blaze she died

no more run against the tide

only the grandeur of abiding

she keeps on lying beneath the trails of rain...

lifeless.... silent