Kismet

Come down my child, take me to the core of the flame
The world denied, poisoned by the turn of the game
One early morning I woke and sorrow gave me my name
Come rest my child, take me to the heart of the flame
Calm down my child, tell me 'bout the scent of the rain
Something has died, silent and in absence of pain
One early morning I woke and no one whispered my name
Calm down my child, stagnancy is bliss for the sane