This day I wake
Seeing only the view outside the window
Raindrops swoop down unto the green green grass
Birds perform on the leaves of a redwood
Submerged shrubs throbbing for air
Entwined in a web of desolation
I stand here in union with sorrow
This intense sting polluting my spirit
Loyal servant of doubt
I imagine gazing at the fountain of immortality
Its waters gushing forth unto my contaminated soul
True, I wish to see the glowing within
Mine is a stigma man heals not
An ailment with a persona all its own
Seeing only the view outside the window
Raindrops swoop down unto the green green grass
Birds perform on the leaves of a redwood
Submerged shrubs throbbing for air
Entwined in a web of desolation
I stand here in union with sorrow
This intense sting polluting my spirit
Loyal servant of doubt
I imagine gazing at the fountain of immortality
Its waters gushing forth unto my contaminated soul
True, I wish to see the glowing within
Mine is a stigma man heals not
An ailment with a persona all its own