As the winter moutian winds,
crest into the sky....

There are many people,
with tears in there eyes...

Tears of joy....
Tears of hurt...

Like a howling moon,
much is at stake...

As the stars divide,
Like feelings we hide...

The truth can be told,
to cleanse ones soal...

These feet have been ridden,
for the life they hold....

With misfeelings of love....
To holding the hurt...

Is life's meaning,
to conquer and divide.