flatline

In this world we hope to be gifted
we are, we are
our gifts are there when part of us flatlines
flatlines
Compassion the only special thing
It means we could be there too
compassion is there when part of us flatlines
flatlines
Stand amongst the parade of rubble
hold a stone in your hand
if you choose to throw it
is it stained when it lands
Illusions are blowing
Blowing through and through
this wind will carry you until it dies
Compassion the only special thing
It means we could be there too
compassion is there when part of us flatlines
flatlines
Stand amongst the parade of rubble
hold a stone in your hand
if you choose to throw it
is it stained when it lands
Illusions are lowing
Blowing through and through
The wind will carry you until it dies
And part of you to flatlined