Take me to a place,
where I can smell your grace.
Take me away,
to a Laughter of child’s play.
Take me home,
from sin city to Rome.
I’m lost,
where paths have been crossed.
I’m hiding,
to a symphony of world guiding.
I’m seeking,
from ohms to thorns that have been speaking.
Make me blind by touching my fervour, by thou means;
In the seeker of more I share my heart,
to a walk down the sunset I blindly follow,
As Impure,
As by thou Allure,
As I am taken by your highly cure.