Roman Rain

In the shadows of the thorns
The all-seeing eye would watch me bourn,
Dropped in the blear hollow land
I've lost my ground to stand.
From the door of time to the pit of space
Drop me your ash, leave me your trace,
In the edge of all we will fold,
So please behold, behold.
O won't you take me
To the heaven of togetherness,
O won't you bring me
To the night of foreverness.
In the sacred laurelled sky
The all-seeing eye would watch me die,
It doesn't matter what I've found,
For whom I searched for's in my arms.