Cry high!

tears of abandon, cut like a gun, rocks thrown, throw down and bang! when your adversary falls a million more come. cry to the stars, pray to God,  dream of green grass;  to fade like grass to fall like a star. and when i'v forgot, the vile will wrott.
In the morning joy will come; in my stillness i sense absolute. let me carry away with wind, to breath flowers and drift, to lose track of rime, and feel forever one reverie reminice, yay this moment mmh this high!