He seeks volcanoes,
wandering through the days and through the nights
searching for lambs that are running with kites.
Sitting under highways in amidst of bloodlust craves
the wind turned to rain,
he couldn't be saved.
Too many abandoned scars
waiting for someone to trust
waiting for someone who cares.
Slowly he sinks in tears of stone
faithless whilst walking
humming a mute tone.
There might be some
there might be one
but it stays the same and they never hum...