Dear Love I need make amends for my crimes Rock! I know you saw me differently, but I failed miserably this time Give me another chance, I pray I’ll soar with Love and give this belief away I’ve been dancing nearby so tired, my friend I’ve come to bow at the foot of truth in this neverend I often didn’t recognize your needs before my own so I know my days are numbered and that I’m not alone I wonder what it will be in this, our newly imagined space and, in this belief, out of the many, will comfort ever find the human race? Paper! It’s suitable so far and the truth, as near as I can trace Give it a roll you’ll be glad you did I know not as retribution, but as the truth echoing Home Echoing there and back across this Heavenly globe of belief woven in fact I don’t know, I simply believe I’m remembering my place this glimpse at fate! I’m just a rat in this race skeletons of the past that none of us have faced Scissors! The (H)eartH has its reasons stamp...
(The Weaver's Song)