My final fall
It was so many years ago...

Sounds of feet as the subway empties
What an echo of a day...

Fearful and so close to dread
Time had come and sail he set...

I dreamt again this night
I dreamt of something strange and worn...

For all my memories…
And tales of misty waterfalls...

When I was small I wrote a letter
There was no sender, no postal code...

You went so far to see your home in flames
with font the blur horizon...

The moon is sleeping high above
A caravan in winter 's cold...

What a shame that leaves fall down
When autumn comes they touch the ground...

Slaughter me, take this pain away...

Darkness is canny
When lightened by fear...

Being the storm
Sing another winter tale...