Run though there is no direction
No direction in the void
Hide though there is no protection
Everything will be destroyed

Hope though you are only dreaming
This is something you can keep
Sing though everyone is screaming
In the darkness
In their sleep

two paths                                      cross
at the edge of the darkness
that is where I stand
I am lost
I cannot read the compass
hidden in                                  my hand

down at the crossroads
I fold my wings
breathing in flowers
burnt offerings

out of the darkness
into the light
light as a feather
soft as the night

crazed as a raver
craven and brave
low as the raven goes over your grave

take what you want from me
leave your control
down at the crossroads
give me your soul

winged thing
circling the searing Sun
far too bright to see

now I feel
its shadow betray its shape
where it falls on me

only by imagining
that I am not the sky
may I step back and see it
through these bright and mortal eyes

and I will hold the knowledge
of this beauty to the end
when one day I will close my eyes
and be the sky again

there is a river
deep as the sea
wild as the moonlight
naked and free

rush in the darkness
quick as a wish
just out of my reach
up here on the bridge

nothing means nothing
it never has been
and some people say
there is no such thing

nothing means nothing
for there are no words
to spell out a sound
that no one has heard

nothing means nothing
the threads are so thin
a hurricane spins
on a butterfly's wing

like sparrows that fall
we all are so small
but nothing means nothing
nothing at all