I need to see you
to tell you face to face...

The brook is babbling, calling to me
the song it is singing...

Outside lies the armour
an illusion of my strength...

Vivid oranges and reds
slowly dipping...

Take me back, just a short time
So that I can undo the recent wrongs...

What childish matters adults pursue
when hearts turn into stone...

Stillness in the air
clouds hovering nearby...