Universal Truths And Cycles

As the icy breeze is shattered
By speaking to us warmly
To the nation of duress
And God yes, it’s a mess
We know this and that
The romantic soul for us
In the lost hierarchy of land
And landowners
And down will go back up forevermore
I must try to believe this
And if I may consider
To look out from an opening
Of freshly painted lines
And letter perfect designs
For we know this and that
The romantic soul for us
In the lost hierarchy of land
And landowners
And down will go back up forevermore
I must try to believe this