I wonder often at the world
And all who walk upon its face
The oceans that have ever swirled
And people that have left their trace
What did they sing of that we’ll never know?
I wonder often at the world
And all who walk upon its face
The oceans that have ever swirled
And people that have left their trace
What did they sing of that we’ll never know?
The winter chill arrests me so
I’m lost amidst the fallen snow
I looked within the shadowed realm
That hides inside my addled mind
And looked for who stood at the helm
But little more than ashes did I find
The dark’ning skies cruelly offend
When they from us the stars conceal
Disquiet haunts my waking mind
Until my eyes are closed once more
And shadows ebb a while at last
I lived a thousand lives before
You walked into this last of them
For how could I return once more
If you would not be there?
Humdrum and half-baked, life-bereft
A stopped song, canvas set to flame
I so abhor the noise within
That wears upon my weary mind
I have not seen more than a speck
Of all the wide world’s scenery
And so I long to go and trek
‘Cross all the land and every sea
Let all the music on the wind
Sing bright and loud to every shore