Skid Row

She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes
by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through threes
That wilted with the seasons children
Are we saved by the words
of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now whos behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of for real are
crumbling from embrace
But still we chase..the shadows
of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of
the roots of our souls