Where is the end?
If you are only walking.
Where would the storm begin
If they never stopped praying
What is my dying sin?
If life was barely a blessing
Where is god in the clouds,
If it never stopped raining

-----Nair-----

She was an artists magic,
the end of his burning cigar.
She would fish for the gold
Beyond his eyes in the canvas
The day she fell to it's depths,
Was when he caught her
That paper was a piece of the river

---Nair----