All Is Ripe
I come from the fire
Dead horse left hanging
Tall man that speaks in rhyme
Whispers in the trees
Rain wipes you clean
Naked & free
Consumed by desire
Whipped in a frenzy
Chains grip your fantasies
Redness in your eye
Rain wipes you clean
Naked & free
Sweat drips between
Wickedly green
Rain wipes you clean
Naked & free
Sweat drips between
Wickedly green
The children conspire
To unlock the key
Room filled with answers to
Everything we see
Rain wipes you clean
Naked & free
Sweat drips between
Wickedly green
Writer/s: Paul White
