Universal Truths and Cycles

As the icy breeze is shattered By speaking to us warmly To the nation of duress And God yes, it's a mess We know this and that The romantic soul for us In the lost hierarchy of land And landowners And down will go back up forevermore I must try to believe this And if I may consider To look out from an opening Of freshly painted lines And letter perfect designs For we know this and that The romantic soul for us In the lost hierarchy of land And landowners And down will go back up forevermore I must try to believe this