Chariot

We've been living a life of voyage

A couple of Orphans You and I

Finding what's out there

Finding nothing but mold

May the garden know foliage

May the flowers have strength

Once so delicately placed

Now paving the way

Life a glass kept Sound

It can not be contained

Only what we can conceal

Only what we have in our gate

Turtle Doves

In Autumn Spring

Reign of firing rings

So much to say and so much to Blame

My voice is mine

and all the cage

Once was a prison

Is now my Chariot Await