If you awake from sleep every night
Drenched in perspiration
If the secludedness is reaching out for you lengthwise
Like a lover
If your eyelashes are getting wet through for anything
Untimely
If you're looking back on your mother more frequent, in fact, feeling her
If you're feeling like your heart is like a letter that's been ruffled, thrown away
And like you're all alone have been forgotten too early
Clasp that little kid inside you in your arms, it'll tell you what a human is
People are sinners
Tonguesters are sinners
A thoughtway fire is what this is
The entire world is a sinner
None of us are innocent