It has come full-circle,
We made it around an entire cycle...

If the words were enough...
To transit time...

The cold moves in again,
Quite a forlorn embrace of dread...

Meandering along a path of dust,
Thinking of life's opportunity...

We take for granted every day,
The morning, the sunrise, and we don't pray...

There isn't a cure,
No, there sure as hell isn't a remedy...

1st verse:
I wake up to another morning and still feel the...

I'm a creative mastermind,
Working as if blind...

Walking in the pasture, low and dark,
I hear the sound of meadowlark...

I know I hurt you; and all the pain I put you...
in my drinking days...

Nothing new,
Nothing fresh...

You are the morning, and to me, the evening star,
You are a burning ember, but illumination from...