His soul was kissed by death
His heart consumed by a tornado of endless twisting vines
Joining a fury of beyond redemption
And I watched it all
He was in his grief
Was looking for a soul to speak to
He didn't want solitude
He didn't want a spotlight
People walk away from people all the time
And that was his story
He was no little kid; he knew that in some things there was no going back, no road to lead a different outcome
His soul was kissed by death
His heart consumed by a tornado of endless twisting vines
Joining a fury of beyond redemption
There was no salvation for him, no salvation
His hope was lost, his dreams destroyed
And the rivers were enough to drown him with one thought
He dreamed of the heavens
Where his deliverance was eternal
