For five whole nights, my eyes were dry. And on the sixth I made them close, To see the holy land exposed. The seventh day, was just a way, of closing circles started ones. Of giving innocence a chance. Well now all is done, the fog is gone. And though it seems that all is fine, I just can't find a way to shine. They give me names & build square frames. Then all my light is wasted on, the dark cold nights - To keep me warm. And so god made -the man, God made the man...