யாதுமாதல் / Being All
வாழும்போது பூக்கும்
அத்தனை பூவும்
எனதாகும்
வாழ்ந்தபின் பூக்கு
Defending Our Doom
Put in place by whom
Are the flowers growing wild
On the children's Tombs
Put in place by whom
Are we here to
Our Bodies
The vessels we built for our masters
Made of wood from our ancient forest
But my grandmother used to tell us
Each tree's
Storybook
The things you control
(Neither big nor the small)
Are your divine wings
The thoughts you produce
A chimera of the greats
Neither yours nor
That Which Is Made Of Us
We're assured we are infinite
Though with mystic brevity
We think we may be endless
Through power, fame, longevity
Maybe in our wildest