Brandon Boyd

After fire comes the rain
The rain washes away
The blackened soil in the distance
Process starts over again
Near the pyres the women weep
The tears is in the flames
And in the smoke there is a signal
For there sometimes are too…
Take cover, unless you are on the right side of the fire
But who is right? Where is wrong?
Can this go on? It's easier said than done.
Lonely mariner trapped a little dream
Wherein he was the subject of an old salt into the sea.