Destiny marks your life
 With a knowing indie.
 The act of desire has walked on by.
 
 An ancient soul limps from your eyes
 It is just your tears left to it.
 
 Flies lie dying on your soury lips
 And on young love's broken wings.
 And the stone that lets you drown
 You are not worth stopping for.
 
 The Earth,
 With all its blessing
 And the endless [patterns?] of night.
 
 Lay a raft of gold for you
 My field here
 Is where we end.