Hey you,
I'm numb.
I cannot go to the deep end
of that black lagoon no more.
I do not see the final place-
that ever elusive distant shore.
Oh, runner of the misty mountain
that I gaze upon to understand faith,
Where does sacrifice come-
come and change?
Beautiful people in turns
of feeling down.
I want to put on my
dusty crown.
Where did it go for so long?
Behind the wall.
Perhaps, buried under it all.