The simple vision of a child

Will make us see that time is really only borrowed

And that what we perceive is more than half intended

Wild obscurity blocks our view, until the curtain’s rent in two

And too many seconds become too few.

Persecution sets the heart on fire

Memories coagulate like blood,

Gather around the brain

Pass through the arteries of the heart

Where we tear each other apart:

The body and the heart.

Even goodness turns sour in the heat of the day

Stupidity, anger, greed, pride - the echo of its echoes -

With no place of refuge, with no place to hide.

The blacker the heart, the purer the deception

So, look through the glass darkly,

Take that wild but bitter-life-embrace

Sail that great big clipper ship

‘And learn to face the devil heart-to-heart...'.