In a passion hides
A moment in time, a destiny’s jaded
One confession finds
In a blink of an eye the past can be faded
A freedom to lose
A will there to choose
A line in the ground
Taste a little fruit
Which seed led to pain
Formed on a crown

Don’t want to stay torn
Between the apple & thorns
Both prize and a pawn
To the war going on
In the calm of a storm

What is black or white?
What was wrong is now right
smothered in greyness
What was dark is light
This world is inside out – lost insaneness
Many signs many roads
Which direction home
Confusion abounds
Take a little fruit
Which seed led to pain
Formed on a crown

Don’t want to stay torn
Between the apple & thorns
Both prize and a pawn
To the war going on
In the calm of a storm

The world is on strings
Led by forces unseen
Two sides to be found
And the master is known
To where the heart lives
One is bound

Don’t want to stay torn
Between the apple & thorns
Both prize and a pawn
To the war going on
In the calm of a storm

Both prize and a pawn
To the war going on
In the calm of a storm
Between the apple & thorns