Lion Grass

Your ever-soaring, roaring wings

Can't hide the bitter pain within...

I've been peering deep inside

Counter-weighing loss and win

I sort through many bloody thorn

Searching past for origin

Boys that cry and babies born

I reach beyond where scars begin

I run my fingers on the pane

Feel the spiderwebbing dreams

I run my fingers on the pain

And feel the stinging, burning seams

Where do seeds grow lion grass?

Fix my shattered looking glass

When do scars imprint their shame?

Lets go back and change my name

How beautiful the shattered glass; 

The colors dance off silver lines

The cracks are roads; lets travel back 

And find the roots of ancient vines
 Chest deep in wandering, pondering, thinking
In your ocean I am sinking