Alone in the dark
I was walking through the sound of my old footsteps
Naked against the grass and the broken branches
The music underneath becomes...a storm
I thought I heard you crying
But it was only the wolves in my head
I was dreaming I was just a voice
Or the memory
Lost in the sound of thunder
Unable to complicate the beauty
Something silent and so resilient
Built upon the thinnest thread
Teetering on the invisible line
Mocking the angry deep
It falls where no one can hear
And now
Standing here under the stars
I think of you
So far away
And how it is that we can pluck the same strings
Out of thin air
I thought I heard you crying
But it was only the wolves in my head
I was dreaming I was just a voice
Or the memory
Lost in the sound of thunder