It rains, it falls on me
A song of age, trapped inside the mind
Vulgar, declaration at the many armies unfolding
Hard to see, blurred behind a shield
The wind, it travels unto thee
These are many skies, holding our banners alike
Harmony, of worlds at present tense
To see life, as an element existent rains
Safe passage, by the time we know our words
In madness a truth, touching winds and hearing trees
Monumental, abandoned shelters standing for ghosts
The current era, manied bearing witness to idealistic temples
To me,
For the new world,
Won,
Thrice beyond sunlight.