And in your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down

The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard

What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line....

Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
Where's my father lionheart
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves....

Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose to see the signs
....:csgoanarchist: