Adrift All lost in those days A growing branch to smithereens Trying real hard to beat some grace out of all that withering and dying The thriving soul's beneath It's yearning for the surface Years of pain not undergone in any way will reveal the wounds Fiercely tame, not about to make a scene... I saw it drowning, gasping for air, disappear into the surging of the sea An agreement made with the one who wields the cane of ordeal Seasons gone by have handed over the reins Highlighted the worth of our earthly strife Highlighted the worth of unearthly might An early memory a feeble ground The facts remain all the same An early memory a feeble ground to build upon Assumptions die hard while the past remains Home-grown severe denial Smothered way down inside Home-grown severe denial Shreds of regard defiled