When conforming and collapsing neith’ tender skies-
A world not having yet given any slack.
Cracks being filled and continue to try-
Being eternal and never fading to black.

A world not having yet given any slack.
Growing, repairing what was once had-
Being eternal and never fading to black.
Cooling stress enough to turn, make a man mad.

Being eternal and never fading to black.
A token of trying, to grow plant the seed-
Cooling stress enough to turn, make a man mad ,
With madness comes wisdom never needing to pleed.

A token of trying, to grow plant the seed.
The garden of labor, the soil of lies-
With madness comes wisdom never needing to pleed,
When conforming and collapsing neith’ tender skies.