Carry me and throw me, into the waters that kept
you and yours alive.
...and if that was fear...
I`d leave you with your doves.
You`d want to eat the hand that hit you -
And your dear pity me...
Slowly I bound you and your doves
...is it fear?
I have spilled my tears how, I could have drowned you
The dust and and you...
The Dreamking and I...
The flesh and the soil...
Is it fear.....?
