Like dust
I'm lost in the world
I thought that I had
A particular place
Between the earths
Between the scarred sky
I feel the crunch of dirt
I smell the scent of flowers
My aimless feet
To be in the world
And not a part of it
That's the aim of the pain
I'm sorry that there seems
No happiness in life
I'm sorry that there seems
No one
Pa**ing streams
Dying dreams
There seems to be no joy
You cannot see the ships sailing
You cannot see the sails sailing
Ama**ing as Christ on the horizon
Outstretched
Outstretched...