I'm sitting at the frontline
Watching all my gates
The clouds keep moving
And soon they'll leave my way
And above the fields
There's a secret mist
That is trying to hide
My long forgotten
Ways of the past
That just couldn't last
And the birds and the trees
They're taunting me
Now all is in bloom
It prepares for the day
When the great wind comes by
And takes their seeds away
He'll let them down
In a distant place
Where they'll dig through the earth
Till they find a home to stay
But in the last light of the day
When the colors begin to fade
They rise from the ground