the earth bound flowers seem to stretch ,bend and grasp my soul,wind eaten by pace and meaning, cradles my heart, a great lonely land seeking the one light tread of constant balence,darkness came with all its screaming truth driven by steel, greed on a chariots charge ,spilling the dust behind a forgotten reason, a forgotten tribe,listen and on silent plain the world is ghostly, the figures move beyond are control,i sat and watched a skylark far above ,a dot upon the sun, a tribe upon the earth all power will never match that skylark,so my soul now lies where the wind and flowers dance,dust and tribe.