Burning - The William Blakes

A man considers dust

To burn him self away

Smaller ring to dust

Like the things he want to say

He lies him self a flame

He doesn’t make a sound

His tears speal all this name

His name travels the world around

his burning, his burning

With nothing left to lose

No one listen’s in

The silence is coming

To take away our since

You can see in me

There’s russell image here

The world that no one knows

Is just behind that hill

We burning, we burning

We learning to wait

We’re burning, we’re burning

We learning to wait

We’re burning, we’re burning

We learning to wait

We burning, we burning

We learning to wait