Standing at a temple to the loss

Crimson line flowing down the vein

Distant flower of the earth

Patient as the passing of a day

Was it some perspective you have sought

Spoken to the ones we call our own

Forgotten in the shadow of the cross

Wilted by the wayside of the grove

Open pathway

Straight inside the mind

Cycle passes

Waiting to arrive

Watching captive

No autonomy

Joined in ashes

Our equality

Give in to all that pulls you down

Roots of illusion calling out

Forcing open the gate of the mind

Shoulder to shoulder align

Separate only by time