In the sand that runs slow through my hands Thy amber tears fall deep, Like the rain that washes away The ashes of thy death. Nevermore thou riseth from the ashes For thy will has withered o' away. And the taste from the waters of Lethe Doth not fade thy haunting memories. Rain rinse away the pain, Of the dreams you have slain. And the bitter truth remains, (That) there's no truth at all herein. And in this final sin It end ere it doth begin And somewhere deep within Grows cancer called chagrin. A Phoenix' agony, Is not for all to see. Its buried within thee, And thine death deep in me.!