For five whole nights, my eyes were dry.
And on the sixth I made them close,
to see the holy land exposed.
The seventh day, was just a way, of closing circles started ones.
Of giving innocence a chance.
Well now all is done, the fog is gone.
And though it seems that all is fine,
I just can't find a way to shine.
They give me names & build square frames.
Then all my light is wasted on , the dark cold nights -
to keep me warm.