In days like these I see new doors open
Blind in route with many paths to travel
Wearied are my feet from walking over
Stone and glass; blood drips upon the gravel
Hurried gestures signal through horizons
Is it too late to find myself in shade?
This endless drifter is forever blazoned
To walk a selfish lonely fool’s parade.
The rain waters deepen; arid desert
Become blue sea, as beauty springs from green.
New doors open, be patient, don’t divert.
The Sun defeats the Moon each new morning.
I will champion mountains, wild season’s song.
In search of a place where I will belong
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 5:16 AM UTC
In days like these I see new doors open
Blind in route with many paths to travel
Wearied are my feet from walking over
Stone and glass; blood drips upon the gravel
Hurried gestures signal through horizons
Is it too late to find myself in shade?
This endless drifter is forever blazoned
To walk a selfish lonely fool’s parade.
The rain waters deepen; arid desert
Become blue sea, as beauty springs from green.
New doors open, be patient, don’t divert.
The Sun defeats the Moon each new morning.
I will champion mountains, wild season’s song.
In search of a place where I will belong