The Flooded Road (Built on Sand)
Collision complete
The sun became the moon
Stygian clouds
A fair match for the inside
I don't have to accept what I am
I can drown him anytime
Breath ripe
With horizon fire
The flooded road
Of fleeting desire
Our hope is built on sand
With a different base (basis) in fact
She waits for me there
Clutching a child
Love was lost in the ferns
And rekindled on the slopes
Our hope is built on sand
I don't have to accept what I am
Writer/s: The Black Atlantic