Zenery

Your home is the streets in a sullen night where the homeless, helpless lie. Your words are the questions you have that no one answers. And your mind is a wicked maze with wicked twist and turns. So your life is but a lie that you have made. Let it rain in paradise, And steal us all to pay the price. Let it rain in paradise, And steal us all to pay the price. You walk on for miles a day, Walking and running –chasing danger in your wake. Hiding your heart in a fireplace skull collecting dust, With strong, iron skeletons that eventually will crumble into rust. You walk on for miles and miles, in paradise, Each face, gently mel