O lovers, my lovers of my own foot My tired body like Sherrs myth of my fishery The way to escape this cage does not cling to me I have seen on the blisters. I am In my needs if you are not happy in my own backyard of my familiar pain The mirrors of his eyes play a hundred colors If I have a day of my own disaster, my mirrors play a hundred colors I am my own. I am The way to escape this cage. Someone I have seen on the blisters I have seen my loyalty The dew of the yellow crown of the sun see our darkness.
