• Among these trees have been ways of deciet.
    To know the secrets,
    feel the secrets.
    Avoid the lies of a life long lost.
    A river of forbidden markings.
    Forever shall be locked in protection.
    This time is short, too much to do
    These dead feelings shall rise again.
    For the tale told or a warrior.
    To cut down the faults of so many.
    May they be part innocent,
    one can only hope.
    Hope to be found.
    Hope to be known.
    Not thrown into the field of injustice.
    These ruins can tell us how.
    How to stop.
    How to heal.
    Never did these dances express many ways,
    of forgotten dreams.