It lifts, it rises, then it falls,
like everything that ever was before.
It seeks the weakness it can find,
searches out the truth to hurt the blind.

Those blinded by the life their spirits chose,
is sometimes hard
when no one thinks they really know..
What lies within,
seems sometimes written into stone......
with a shadow they would rather leave alone.

But shadows, they don't bring the dark of night,
there just reflections, cast in many different lights.
Lets reflect on what is true and what we feel,
before we lose, all that we thought was truely real.

The Spirit Wolf he led the way
in all the mist and all the haze
through secret forests lost to man,
the valleys of forgotten days.
Upon the road a bear we met,
an old soul who could not forget,
salmon sweet and rivers clean,
he wondered was it just a dream.
His noble eyes, they told a tale
of how a greedy race can fail,
a creed that's blind to all they do,
looking for the holy grail.
He showed us a new route to follow,
through the meadows and the hollow,
the void that's there in every soul
always needs to turn to sorrow.

The one thing we don't need to borrow.

Out of the darkness, silence fell
and fed herself to you.
Wrapped herself around your tongue
as you slowly withdrew.
It penetrated every word
that you wanted to say,
but in your mind, it left a thought,
before it went away.
See, silence speaks in many tongues,
she has so much to give.
That silence when you're thinking,
it will form the way you live.
So listen now to all her tones,
that echo through your mind.
Seek her out in solitude,
and see what you might find.

There's poetry in everything,
the tree's outside my window,
the sombre Sunday view.

There's motion running through the leaves
and everything that I conceive,
everything inside my mind
plays fast forward
then rewind.

The light that grace's my dark room
is something fresh
something new.
Sitting looking at the road
early morning,
warming cold.
Warming thoughts inside my head,
maybe I should be in bed,
dreaming of some place to shine,
but then I wake and realize,
all that's real
all that's mine.
The worries and the joys of life,
those worries aren't hard to find.

There's a Universe alive inside us all,
atoms we could never count,
stars that never fall.
An energy that's burning in my heart,
the force of which can heal my soul,
or tear me apart.

The light that my eyes filter everyday,
the warmth brought from a dying Sun,
so many million miles away.
It shines and burns and guides me through the years
never looking for a thing,
always there to dry the tears.
And still I cannot look her in the eye,
afraid that I might melt away
and she might say goodbye.
So I'll just sit and think of her tonight,
thank her when tomorrow comes
thank her when its bright.
I'll just lie and dream of her tonight
thank her when tomorrow comes,
thank her for the light.

There was a place he would go
to be on his own,
to filter the light,
to learn and to grow.

A place where it stopped,
where no boats would rock,
where time is not measured,
no need for a clock.

As long as it took
would he sit and he'd wait
among all the silence,
awaiting his faith.

In search of some answers,
in search of some hope,
he grew and he found,
a new way to cope.

Despite all the madness.
and **** all the pain.
Once he is there.
His place will remain.

Never forget a friendly face,
but with names, I always seem to fumble.
So many tribes and different callings
in this concrete plastic jungle.
But sometimes people leave behind,
a common thread,
a word that's kind,
that resonates inside our minds,
its those folk that I need to find.
The varied ways we live our lives
shall always find a port of call,
see there's so many souls that shine,
and then there are the ones that fall.
Between the cracks, between the creases,
those uncomfortable places where hope sings
are never tempered without reason,
this is just the way it seems.
Yes this is just the way it seems,
all living with awoken dreams.
Yes this is just the way it seems,
for life is but a pebbled stream.

This is just the way it seems.