Thy leaves of life fall below
From thy tree of time,
Which grows mellow
In thy woods of silence, peace and calm
Looking afar,
Looking within,
thy gatekeeper of death, with a wisp in his palm
Thy keeper  looking grim
With an extinguished lamp with a wisp on it's rim
Thy fallen leaves burn't by him
With thy hatred burning within,
With love rises,
Thy soul makes new choices
To be reborn within thy leaves of life
Or dissapear in the fire of hatred and strife
Thy leaves full of life
Always green and showing a drive
A place of hallow for young souls survive
Attracting new, giving hope to thrive
Supported by thy tree of time
Thus is thy will of
Thy lord,
Thy fate,
Thy world,
Thy mind