flight of the butterfly, rising free
streams of sadness flow
making a way to the sea
wandering to and fro
rising tides in me
Bitterness on my tongue
Drinking in your pain
Screaming in an instant
Anger doth not wane
Cinnamon's sweet flavor
Mixed with a touch of stark
Suffering doth not waver
Spirit hiding in the dark
Feel my holy touch
Let the light shine through
Never hope too much
Crumbling walls, love subdue