I can feel my soul rending in overt tears, As I peruse the devil’s tempting wares,
Life hurts like a point forty-five
How will you accept the gift that's lent? How will you heed nature's lament?
I am saddened you're gone
There was a time, A time of sin
Who are you who gathered near, All mine trails, hardships, fears?
Upon lost trails do we weave
Standing stoic 'midst twisted trees
Smoke rises from embers gently burning
Who are we who dabble in fear? As the shadows draw ever near