Here clouds cover misty ground
I stand lost upon a mound
rotten branches falling down
their prickly needles turning brown

Sun's not shining, birds are gone
looks like I'm the only one
standing in this foggy glade
where night's shadow has been laid.

Here is where the land does meet
smashing waves and air so sweet
standing here until the dawn
wondering where the light has gone

Why can I not understand
many features in this land
changing all forever so
blooming flowers to the snow

Once the mist does drift away
no reason for me to stay
I can find my own way home
I won't linger all alone.