Violence isn’t part of fate as silently we watch and wait and
Try to be the lost and late – to everything we fear

Trudging through the hardened snow the softness of our souls will show
Like something better yet is always near

I found a heart the same as mine it floated through the hand of time
Ignoring every rule the world had made

But dreams are far too keen to last – the heart departed just as fast
And now it feels like there is only pain.

A mind is like a kind of drum – the beat repeats till day is done

And shortly then the body wears the shame.

We have to carry on regardless – life is cold and Love is heartless.

Every step we take prolongs the game.

Nothing ever feels like it is new.

And so.. We never think; we only do.