A Storm Approaches Nigh
The Center is My Eye
Although I Should Not Lie
I Feared To Make You Cry
And When At Last We Dwell in Peace
And Most Are Still Deceased
Some May See With their Eyes
I Have My Reasons Why.
So Before You Judge On Me
And My Proclivities
I Do What I Can
Though I Am No Man
A Solitary Soul
The Future Doled
And When We Hit the Light
You Will Wish Day was Night.
