Here i am scorched and wounded,
Blinded by knives of hatred.
Engaged in seeking the truth,
Never really understood.
All memories seem to surround her
All feelings seem to stir,
But it's love which is costly
And i don't have the money.
Remember the time spent in wonder,
Calling to myself in rain and thunder
It's the voice which inspires
Not the self which just expires.
Detachment is engrossing today
More profound than is was yesterday
How will i build my dreams?
The path itself is cursed with screams!
