THROUGH MY MIND, IT DREAMS

I dig up the sorrow
That grows in the deep
I pull at the stitches
That time slowly weaves

I dance the old dance
I dream the old dreams
I open the wound
I let it all bleed

I mine the black gold
From the bellies of beasts
Where fire grows tall
I let the flames breath

I pull down the sky
I rise from the deep
I cross the great river
In the water, I weep

It pours from my eyes
Through my lungs, it sings
Through my ears, it answers
Through my mind, it dreams.