In a world of steel and stone I stay,

No longer certain of our future ahead

We once gazed into heaven’s skies

But to those heavens I now cry

howls of sorrow

the rivers of freedom no longer flow

And the deep trenches and hills stand still with fear

And the plains remain concrete as glass, as shadows grow

As the scent of humans linger near

Like a looming parasite

His spirit continues to run through the ancient streams,

His voice weaves into my land of dreams

I take his howl and make it my own

A whispered promise in nature’s tone:

Though separated our hearts remain entwined;

With no compasses, with no signs

I shall find you in the valleys deep

And in nature’s arms where our love shall be

the rivers of freedom gush with might

And the deep trenches and hills reach for the skies

And the open plains stretch beneath our feet

In the heart of this red earth, where we’re meant to be

Abandoned to time with unfinished stories.