These old fears I know
Seem so empty when I'm alone.
Sweet birth, re-emerged
Toward the heavens, but tied to the earth.
Endless snows and bitter cold,
Suffocating, they blot out the soul.
Dreams of sands, under feet, in hands,
Visit softly from forgotten lands.
Breathe slow. Feel the flow
Of the magic within this world.
Trees sway. Skies of grey
Bear a sadness that no one could say.
Endless roads and hills of gold,
Once forsaken, they call to my soul.
Dreams of sands, under feet, in hands,
Visit softly from forgotten lands.
