Destiny marks your life
With a knowing indie
The act of desire has walked on by

An ancient soul limps from your eyes
It is just your [tear?] left to it

Flies lie dying on your soury lips
And on young love's broken wings
And the stone that lets you drown
You are not worth stopping for

The Earth,
With all it's blessing
And the endless [patterns?] of night

Lay a raft of gold for you
My field here
Is where we end