Mire
Be aware of the ground beneath your feet Behold the warmth of the dying sun.
The world that shakes around you, was always there Sinking down into the depths of its mire
If you can dwell on the darkness, dwell on the light.
Loosen the noose you tightened Water the decaying roots and soil For now you will shed this weight Atone for all you've done
A sickness long abandoned
Cast away these thoughts of self. Plant your feet in to the present, now!
Autor(es): Gary Owen, Scott Taylor, Gary Chambers, Ben Weston