I scream in a dungeon calling for the rest 

On your way 

And nightly wonder 

Do you still remember how my eyes 

Cried cold 



The sand in my eyes  

Makes it all seem clear 

But the truth is the last thing we need 

Here 



The sand in my eyes 

Don't conceal, it reveals 

And still, like an island we stand 

And fall 



Discreet like I am now 

I can't but envy all the beggars that 

You don't feed 

My body dry 

My hand's a lie 

My eyes the frightened ones 

But I seem to focus now



						     



						     Thanks to Ray