Seven
Sew it on. face the fool.
December's tragic drive
When time is poetry and
Stolen the world outside
The waiting could crush my heart
The tide breaks a wave of fear
And brave songs disappear to the secret
Voice of dawn this last time
Raise my eyes. you'll taste it in time
The right words in time.
The mirrors lie those aren't my eyes
Destroy them raise my hand
Reflected in savage
Soul reborn.