You feel the quake in the air
But it comes not from the wind
It breaks from somewhere beneath;
The heart, the mind,
Adrift a realm more within
It’s an enemy
A friend to creative threat

You deserve it, don’t you?
You are friend to a creative mind
But look, who owns the heart that fell?
You’re in panic, you are in pain;
For a sword that may never slay

Now, the wind is talking
In the dark stares a drawing–
A craft of a crazy mind,
A woe of a lazy heart,
Just a price for bravery’s death

A cause that many fell


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