Abade

All life take care of all the things
Then we die grieving for our sins
Hardly daring to breathe and
On his eyes steady as she goes
Her salty hair
Take off her clothes

And though he walks the mid-day sun
He carries his own vile dungeon around
With him and he's of
All the more reason to be full of life
Full of sound and fury
Don't be long
Where were we?
Where we belong