to all my souls
should we be frightful
gaze enough for the pity

lift the poor

these things in front

among the bushes i hide
within the clouds i show
take a slide good friends


how can we?
how do i?

complication goes to me
to my senses they cornered


thorns run in my hands
ground do stood
like the way you want it

this is it

laugh now for i catch

be merry, my friend
true colors come my way
this aint what i expect