Smile my child for i have come
have you missed me very long...

Today the thoughts of some old man
have seemed to come to hount the son...

What a friend i had
more faithful than a brother...

I lost the life i long to lead
along the worn and trodden path...

Sitting neath a willow tree
i looked upon the place id set...

Words are made then used in phrase
Created and shaped to fit each purpose...

Masked in alabaster pale and hallow
we look in ways that shatter superstition...

These ropes that hold me bound in place
made of nothing that seams to be real...

Bitter changes come and go
fading in fading out...

Where is that life i lost
i swear it was just here...