Times like this
The tragic begins to melt
The channel is a new frequency
It is sync with the sound of dreams
It is poetry
It takes you in evolving circulations
With a place with an anchor
So it is real
The holes are filled
Something black is melted
Becomes Crystal
And moves because it is real
The complaints are embers in the rain
Fingers smoke from tears
Relief moves like horse into the distance
All furious nothings disappeared
Judgment left their eyes
Drama got to the stage
Love did.
The tragic begins to melt
The channel is a new frequency
It is sync with the sound of dreams
It is poetry
It takes you in evolving circulations
With a place with an anchor
So it is real
The holes are filled
Something black is melted
Becomes Crystal
And moves because it is real
The complaints are embers in the rain
Fingers smoke from tears
Relief moves like horse into the distance
All furious nothings disappeared
Judgment left their eyes
Drama got to the stage
Love did.