04 March 2009

Soothsayer.

Drowning in the sea of drought
I can't breathe, lost heart,
and can't find my way

Shipwrecked in the desert,
my hope and joy went
out with the tide

...take Mine.
...take Mine.

When these mindless lips
can't form the words to
calm this storm

...take Mine.
...take Mine.

Rest finds
no harmony in the stars tonight.

Certainly, certainty
went down with this ship.

...take Mine.
...take Mine.