We are ?? one cloud of minds
We are tenderly falling through a pristine sky
Don't try to look at the damage done 
Be afraid of the outcome we are
Gentle cruising away from the battle won
Grass has withered
In the field
Creating softicles in the wind
You can go back to save when the sunset and the lights get dim
A sun till the voices calling on and announce 
They demand freedom
Chase your sweet fate
Sounds like a far away but the calls are coming from inside the house
Scorching blizzards
Blistering winds
Fading waves of innocents
Remembering very briefly all our fantasies in the pure ??
Rusty tires
Painting skies
Curse of the riverbed leading us to the quiet
As nothing else can ease our mind