When we walked in realms of serenity
Our soul were dire thirsty
Of what we held to be invisible
Our dreams; they weren't viable
We walked in trains of hope
Holding unto ropes of dope
That was our first taste of vanity
And what vacuum felt like in eternity
The silence of the fire
Humming rhythm in muds of mire
Our dreams weren't dreams at all
They were like echoes in a hall
