When the heart is scarred and healthy
As long as there is rain in summer
It will reign on nature
Would you hold I
When I have battle wounds ?
The entourage of pangs of gays
The groupies of atonement
Mine withers with every touch of love
Mine aches when one calls me dear
Mind clears and vision clears
When will they smell the coffee love?
Unification of the same
Just for some incentives
The words of the wise is pure gold
The ignorant beats the tools of trade
The women twisting to invoke some souls
End month fairs
Shoes of plenty withers
The living coined from the trade and soaring higher
Who is the responsible for the first break?