The sun rips across the sky.

I cannot understand why.

The rain drops have all run dry.

It is time to do or die.

Love will not center on me.

For I knocked down every tree.

How could that possibly be?

I disappeared into we.

The problem becomes the way.

The night is one with the day.

Is there anything to say?

When people do as they may.

Now we have reached the downfall.

Everything great is made small.

Each soul is hearing the call.

Now the one become the all.