In the soil of the eyes of the well lies a water in the form of a red bell tender to the voices of distraction It's easy to anger a house without The foundation. Take control of the flowers that grow in concrete, cause a firm heart stretches its walls even when below is empty, I give a chimney to every warmth that comes within I hear your silent fear creeping like a sin. Are you afraid to ascend from the highs to the lows, a blow from the wind that shys to show if the walls are strong enough to maintain the heart beats with layers of cement, is that enough? While I climb your hips and valleys don't let me come across a dark alley cause I hope to keep our roof strong with a controlled pulse, what could go wrong? My windows bears a transparent woe of heart attacks when i see hue. And with an entire ocean in mind a promise of weathers i will find for your inner peace, as long as our project ends in a satellite loop of the first time a named a moon you even though it was too soon. And finally the architecture whispered "and then the was two" the door to the heart that I woo in all the eyes that witness my art.