...And the Poor shall inherit the Earth

The Pleasures of Life

Saryt

Work

-IV-

I am alone, I am right here
I drown with dark and sleep in fear
I can pretend the night won’t hurt

But it’s too late I turn to dirt…

-III-

I am the door that’s never shut
I am the tree whose roots aren’t cut
I am in everyone you see
Why can’t you see, I am that tree…

-II-

I am the word that said I do
I am the bird that scared, she flew
I am in rooms that you confide
I am the universe you hide…

-I-

I am the red, I am the gone,
I am the one, whose feet won’t run,
I am the Dark, I am unknown

So look away, don’t hear my moan…