Now is the hour
Now is the time
I release the clouds from the skies of my mind
Rivers dry that hunger much
Be filled with current and grass so lush
Dead trampled forests where life used to thrive
Be restored with green leaves and flowers tonight
To be trapped in a world where my soul always writhes
Left me outside a circle where I have to decide
Do I want to be the bane in your song?
Was this really my fate all along?
To be addicted to the thrashing strom
To watch the river run dry and my heart become worn
To see the forests suffer and wither away
To never feel the engery raised

Everything go without praise

 
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