When I slip in the mud of reality,
Where the tall trees grow
Roots so ancient
Then I will know
I am home
Once again.
I taught you to hunt
Yet weigh the cost
Of love and life often lost
Death comes easy
When living gets hard
And shards of ice
Pierce your heart,
Is a cold embrace
Better than none?
I don’t know
What I have won
I muse on what went by,
Incoherent clouds of joy,
Planes leave contrails in the sky.
Thin scars
And all the years
Lead to this day
The strings
Well up inside
And drown out
The sound
That echo
Distant memory.
