Woe 
What do you know 
Aint it so 
The broad, well travelled road 
Lingers slow like curling smoke 
Low 
Lower than low 
Yet below the Source still flow 

Long forgotten underneath 
Anaestetics that we breathe 
Glows the Core of you and me 
Undivided pure and free 
This One thing withstands the time 
And outlives both yours and mine 

Woe 
Were it so 
Wouldn't it show 
I don't need no priest 
Bird or beast 
To save my soul 
I know how it all goes 
In the end we're all alone: 

Long forgotten 
Lost and gone 
Clinging to the past undone 
Praying to have another round 
Though we know the day [bad word] 
To embrace the eternal One 
Back to how it all began 

In the void a longing coils 
Sprouting roots into the soil 

Woe 
What do you know 
Aint it so 
The broad, well travelled road 
Lingers slow like curling smoke 
Low 
Lower than low 
Yet below the Source still flow
 [bad word] CHRISFROST