The day beckons, the night falls A dawn breaking, the day calls Lonely city lives hungry for a slice Helpless greed, seeds planted long ago Sown where the weakness flows home The dark weakens, the light grows In full circle, our eyes closed Dreams and visions bleed Hindsight calls in need Helpless shields build false security k**s what we could seek to be Here in our hands Fortunes and treasures; profound Lines that have shown How rooted and shallow weve grown Drawn like a horse to the watering hole Dry tongues licking salts from the sand Pouring over decanters With our heads held in hands Here in this land Deserts of raw-textured sands Pastures are sealed Where crimson fires have spilled Colours cascading in brilliant light A volcanic eruption is spitting out in spite Nothing to view here Just ashes of crystallised years... tears Here we have stood Our promising words came in floods Treasures all sold The underdog out in the cold Going for a song with no melody Strategically we gratify in our own tragedy Here we could be A witness to visions and dreams Where colours collide, completing the circle of lies Time after time - the unveiling web Spinning tales of tomorrow Asleep in our beds