Hope's Return

If I were young I'd be unbridled with my words Not yet a statue, a rough break seeking hope's return It is so like me to dream you, to be lost to desire Your image comes to me like terrains of fire I held your voice Infinite in the night air Go toward what is real The moon is no god of fear In this midnight give rise the precious oil When words were just a reach for some truer knowledge I watch you lift your eyes, igniting like a legend The molten dripping metal, that sense of horizon I held your voice Infinite in the night air Go towards what is real The moon is no god of fear When I read your words I felt the ringing of the world Floating surrender I need walks long enough To free me from my mind (Terrains of fire) A sense of horizon I need walks long enough To free me from my mind (Terrains of fire) A sense of horizon