Goatbreath - Furze

The eye of my sorrow

Will clearly belong to a land of it’s own

But continues to grasp for new air

To see

My destiny in a piece of work

On the road

To settle in a sorrowland

Or on the road

Miles later what will I’ve learnt?

Look back and remember each sight and vision

All that striked me

Runs through my land

Soon I’ll meet another river in the front

Before gaining speed a goal must be sat

The tunes in my head must burn

Those who betray I will possess into fire as well

Not ignoring a thing but what’s nothing

Even ashes are Gold in my pocket