Creaky floors rusted gates at your feet the fallen's fate

The Creators brush in the stream of Ocean waves Painting with feeling and shading with inner thought Inventing a life a moment of escape Swimming towards an open gate A trigger with a conscience A finger on a dime in somebody's tore pocket What is saved at the end of the day without the skill of care. Losing a life lost in disaster Living to prove the glistening of diamonds Who's shine a reflection of the dream to be left in peace Diamonds made from the tears off every shooting star Screams kept in silent smothered jars trapped by ocean waves Released by moonstruck tides smashing the fallen day They say apply yourself to a civilization that needs to dream Pick up those who have fallen along the path as they are the hinges fallen from that rusted gate