A gentle thief flies through my marrow
Leaving nothing but small, hushed imprints
The kind we try, but won’t forget,
While my eyes betray my final thought.

He left nothing but small, hushed imprints,
Pinned down by the past, now gasping for release,
My eyes betray my final thought,
And plunge to where no light reaches.

I’m pinned down by the past, gasping for release
For now, all sounds of life are out of tune
And today I plunge where no light reaches,
A single traveler on a lonely road

Because the sound of life is out of tune
And I, once a tall and thunderous mountain,
Am just a single traveler on a lonely road,
As the last light shivers into its final fade.