When the pieces have been scattered and thrown in,
in with your bread cast upon the waters
When every compass has lost its firm fair north
and that once sharp sword has been blunted
what then?

"Trudge on!" I hear, "just wait, just wait" is whispered in my ear
but I have lost the once clear edges to my world
and I cannot pay the cost to hold my grip or to let go
I cannot bare the weight of where I stand
or to where these longings flow

Yet I will watch and I will wait, to see what comes over that hill
for there is aching and there are longings
as these dark waters seep into my will