Then they said I am left with no more
Potion or scent of life for the worldly whore
Heavens transcendent and thoughts unfold
The aim is through the eye no one so told
Pity her skin for she have lost the jewel
Laughter on my face sublime and all is well.
How can my silence be heard by the wordless
Who can hear only the chants of the worthless
So another tale another journey comes to an end
Speaking of which smiles take a bend
And yet again I raise the no more scene
Making no sense to the mindless not so serene
And another journey thus awaits to be discovered
For doors open up when they are to be uncovered.
And so a new night and a new day is to come
New promises to be made and taken home.