When the grass is dry
leaves fall and the wind blows.
When it goes dry and cold.
It feels as if you were bald
Laying in the soft grass, a man
maybe as close to its beginning state
as to get a taste of nature's bait.
Taking the taste of natures beauty
Can lead you to forget about your duty
Make you live this life in which you
Barely survive, forget and regret,
that cold sweat you get when you
Remember the the warmth of the ember,
The taste of loneliness my chase
am man to insanity and forget about humanity.