Out of the homeless wind that blows
There’s a road curtailing after it’s launched
Under the blanket of the sleeping sun
Cold legs of fate rush out to us

To the purest candle that glowed
Somehow meant to flirt a while and then goes
The sibilation of the parting souls
Feels like the cracking of a hard stone

To the woman with a hatchet on her sleeve
Cut what hold us together like a tree
Not I but nature grants you fair leave
Not I but nature grants you fair leave