The story’s told
Roses don’t grow in the mire
Put out the fire
Leave the old to the old
Don’t look back
Play blind raise Adam’s white cain
Ignore the muddy track
Shake off the pain
The boy was looking up
The hand came down to teach the truth
There was a sudden snap
And now he’s gone gone with the wind
Flash of memories
There’s more in the past than just stories
The order of all
The shape of the soul
But you remember
Who can forget to remember
What’s buried in the mire
Is not underground
The angels don’t hate and the angels are free from desire
They came for the madman and sad mama’s child in the mire