Once again, Less of a song, more of an explanation.


Much too old to be children
yet still playing with our shadows
winter hadn't come yet
still cannot feel the wind blow
existence has found a way to
combine us to one
as years later we find
were confined to the sun

we wait for the days as they
grow from hollow to full
with leaves on the trees
and water in pools

danger sets in
as the beasts come to feed
on innocent victims
like villains to greed

how did it find us,
and why is it there?
does it mean as much to them
as it does to me?
somewhere deep in the heart and the soul
I'm sure it is buried like a seed it will grow
and once were too old to remember our days
well look back on these places
and think;