
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are all weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long
O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I’m so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
of savage intentions and honest lies
there is nothing in the pages of death, save your vanity. true beauty lies in the hidden paths of the inner world. externally all is lost in illusion.
washing the dust from our skin
have we done everything we can
heart my heart
sacred un-scared

the dreams in which im dying are the best ive ever had