Clarify your instincts that lead to broken hearts
To protect the long cracks that wither beats away
As you slither on paths that glimmer into sway
To inform the precinct of the gluing as parts

Nothing will last the start, nothing will start the last
As the sad consequence of meaning honesty
In a romantic scene of direct policy
That shows from memories of the destructive past

As water spills over to boil the holding hand
That's carrying the torch through the passage of love
Flowing into freedom of the releasing dove

Gamble on the future to form a newer band
That will protect the scars and hide them from present
To carry newer flag pressing into ascent