I saw that person,
Standing there, atop the very mountains bare,
A lifeless dream streamed by my side,
And whisper's sang, and valley's hide,
Among the treasured gypsy sands,
I found a quite and honest man,
The pain he knew was much to vast,
To keep inside his vase of waste,
Or to chase a tail inside a tale,


Life and death are something strange,
They come and go and disappear,
But words and songs that fill the air,
Not a single soul would care,
Or discover among the broken reefs,
A mild grief,
A childish tug of the heart,
Can see you through the day

For the smallest amount your spirit could sing,
I've seen a dozen fairies bring,
Water to the poorest man,
Lifeless dreary without a family,


The only silence my nose doth now know,
Is that of a giant and the wing's of a ghost,
The only lifeless deed I need is a million miles away from me