like winter thickets my heart crumbles on this early night thoughts of death and love lost blur my forsight. but not in my name i hear called so loud but like a cold wind on a thin crack covered over forgotten is, ignored are, the words we so strongly shout. wool is in the ears, snakes are in the grass. deception covers the phone lines and i have no more questions to ask Where there are deaths, there's no victory! You don't liberate a country by turning its soil into debris not all will be so quiet in other lands our problems are thrust out of sight but in my mind are the hearts of the loved ones we should send love. and we stand alone wearing this crown of thorns.