Mountains high and mountains low
rivers of life far below...

Stolen fields of scars
Remnants from beyond...

Find me in the bushes
Far off to the east...

Hope was all she carried
the day she knew she was married...

I'm just trying to be me
nothing more than that...

My bones, like the frozen spheres
of winter. Chatter against the empty...

Child born and shadows rise
Home of secrets and despised...

Religion, as one will believe
is their way to true purity...

Have you ever noticed
How many people fall...

The reckless spirits fly
and my heart still beats...

Among my travels, there was a place
Of beauteous shapes, bountiful greens...

Blind; can't see, the light enclose on me
Closer and closer yet it comes not alone...