And the wind screams
Shaking the foundations of the trees...

Perhaps such words come faster
Not because of ease...

It's a losing battle with your conscience my dear
There's nothing left when there's nothing to fear...

As the clouds change to showers
And rain plummets through your eyes...

It's another broken day
With the pale sun setting...

Sometimes it is hard to find your way,
Sometimes the perfect person is there to guide...

Out on the fields
With the fallen names...

I got lost in a plastic bag
All caught up in the ways of the world...

Trees, proud from the fortunes of time spent stood
Now lay barren in the field of deceased victory...

The moon was shining and the wind fell on deaf...
The moon was faceless in the dark...

They called it internal sorrow
But what is in a name...

Oh, sweet little gypsy girl running with the wind
Delicate grasses are playing in her hair...