Am I desperate?

Am I old?

Have I taken all that I have to hold?

My direction

Isn't bold

My constant is a vanity call

It's been a valley of bones

The mist

The fire

The truth

The liar

All these have been manageable

The move

To fight

The means

The light

All these are fanatical

It's been a valley of bones; my home

It's been a valley of bones; my home

I'm impressed by

My resolve

My hopes that will never be known

I'm in situ

I don't know

If I need a rest or stop it at all

The rich

The mire

The licks

Are dire

Have you got a new thing to say?

Amidst

The fire

I'm sick

And tired

Of everything just sounding the same

It's been a valley of bones; my home

It's been a valley of bones; my home

And the resurrection life that is breathing inside

Is restricted when we can't let it go

I want to stop and take hold

It's my home

I need a visitor