The misty highs we clim
A search through fear disguised
These sudden facts can make you hollow
When checked this life derived
From barren scapes behind
Where he supposedly hides
In a place to waste, a place to wallow
With this precious time and the end being nigh
Saw the path leading back from a private notion
As winter blooms, the Fall unmasks
Spring presides that the Summer is mine
And as it goes sometimes you wake up