Get back to the center

Where it all began

The struggles of a burdened man 

Who clung to violence

And transgressed 

Against the few who stayed

The few that remained

The few he didn't abandon

Or push away as he left his home 

In search of fool's gold. 

He went west but longed for the east

And he waged wars but he longed 

For the peace that never made 

Its way to ease his troubled heart 



I hope they all can see through 

The changing of the seasons 

We all blossom in spring

And wither in winter 



When the fall strips you

Of all your color

What will you say as the cold 

Eats its way through your bones?

When the ice covers you completely

Completely drained of all hope



As God as my witness I will survive

To see the sun again 

And, wait for its light 

To bring its life back to my limbs



I pray they all, see through the barren trees

And the lifeless shapes that once were forests

Once the life returns to their eyes