
By the river.
On the streets.
I gaze within myself.
Sometimes, I see a
world of fading grass.
Other times, a flame of
truth as strong a ever.
A place of fleeting hours.
Where heaven and hell
cease to exist.

By the river.
On the streets.
I gaze within myself.
Sometimes, I see a
world of fading grass.
Other times, a flame of
truth as strong a ever.
A place of fleeting hours.
Where heaven and hell
cease to exist.