The strings of where friendship lies in my heart seem to be skewed,
Where the principles lie,
Deep in the epicentre of flowers, where seed is found,
Where the principles lie,
Deep in the epicentre of flowers, where seed is found,
Where the beauty of soul is caressed,
Where bees come to seek truth in nectar
Now found as sticky jam,
It seems there has been a flood,
Someone has come and stamped on stems,
Someone has come and stamped on stems,
Roots mangled,
Damaged the bloom,
Their is stagnancy,
In oblivion and in blindness,
In oblivion and in blindness,
The same fear talk,
Chameleonic behaviour,
I find myself in circles,
I find myself in circles,
Forgiving,
Training myself to see from different eyes,
Because I understand.
This time,
The tip of knife has forced itself upon my chest,
Delicately tracing song notes into me,
I chose to not focus on the burning,
I chose to not focus on the burning,
I had to stay light footed,
For my body was fleeting and I was gaining strength,
There was no energy that could be put into fighting,
This is friendships departing,
Left , right and centre ,
The curtains dropped,
My eyes really have time to see now,
This was betrayal in the darkest of moments
This is lesson and loss,
and what was forgiveness,
This is outgrowing behaviours
Systems and curses,
This is revealing