I do not live with a peaceful mind.
Every night it shows itself.
Like a selfish blind, I fear the light
And beg for mercy and feed its might.
I'm in a prison now counting the hours.
One day soon I'll be flying back.
Like meteor showers streaking the night,
It fails to crash and escapes my sight.
The mountain is steep and reaches the clouds.
The voices are deep and they echo loud.
Until the day my answers are found,
I'll just try to sleep without another sound.