What’s in a world of hidden times
It’s there in everyone in line
Beyond belief the light of round
Stand up the roots that ground

What’s in a world of rotted wood
It’s time to be the grass that stood
sow the seeds begin at dawn
Stand up and walk the path of worn

What’s in a world no smoke of fire
The words come out no voice of liar
Run free across the bridge of sticks
Stand up and watch the world that ticks

I sit and wonder when I came
To live the life I thought was insane
I hid inside when silence became
For one day, asked my name

I sit and wonder who am I
To be and not the tears i cried
When eyes I showed that open wide
For one day, asked I sighed

I sit and wonder back what I once was
Find the key that once was locked
No more memories that was there
For one day, asked I cared

I sit and wonder of what now comes
Numb of nothing history was done
Find one day to reach my toys
For one day, asked I joy

No seat of young
No pain that was mild
To know of nothing
The silence of suffering

No toys of young
No games of love
To know above
The silence of tough

No skipping of young
No humming to be
To know no part
The silence of heart

No eyes of young
No plans to file
To close to keep
The silence to need

Bloom the yellow of flowers grow
Leaves of light weeds to throw
Climb the stalk of every stem
Rain will come to start again

Sun above the roof of warm
Lived the child of empty doom
Come outside to join the fun
It’s time to see the day begun

Not too late the birds of pray
The words are there for you to say
It’s time it’s time of not too late
Outside is there to open the gate

I rise the light of morning dew
Draw of curtains shadow of room
Outside I look the stems of bloom
Each day of winters blue

I travel the time of sleep forgotten
Body of broken no bones to show
Arms to wrap the aches of pain
Each day of winter remains

I search inside the world of never
Pillow to rest those dreams away
Rise up when songs awake
Each day of winters feather