It's like an intangible string:
different brainwaves pulsing in one frequency,
with no un breachable ring
it's full of left ones and delinquency.
'Cause there's no bounden duty,
no helping hand and no ever-stand-by-you.
if crying it won't be soothing,
if afraid, through the fear it won't lead you.
But if you're irrevocably falling
and there is nothing but a mist downside,
and no respond to your calling,
it'll be the iron soil on which you'll stride.
Thus no truth, no lie, no aim,
no man, no thing can ever jam its sound.
'Cause these are in the game
of Human mind where its home is found.
