Stem -At Play with a Feudal Lord-

There's a door here, but it will not break There's a stone there, but it won't remain Up there a heaven now, but it will not wait And the lies there, the scent of it, just too much So should you Sow it once and make it grow, the sweet clematis Let it flower, and paint it all of the colors bold Instantly things fall and fade, return to silence Why oh why, why does it all feel so sorrowful? Dreams of what is real There's a breath here, but it will not break There's a face there, but it won't remain Up there a heaven now, but it knows no name And the stain is the color of red through red And thus You cannot cry, confuse the lies, try to remember When you rise, you take your steps with a strong desire Time goes by, a breath it comes, like something given Why oh why, why have these nightmares not long expired The real is but a dream From now on Should it grow and open full, the sweet clematis Flower bold, but there's no need for rejoicing more Precious life, this life, just once, it comes just one time Keep it close, keep it from ever just leaving you Crying tears confusing fears they are no longer When I stand I know I'll never be down again Nothing that I need now, once it comes just one time Somehow, somehow, someone, and remaind me once