No pain meds for me,
he told me, I want to know...
We were so young,
with our minds so clear and simple...
No matter where you are- how far you've gone
In the same way, you'll find a mournful dawn...
It is a bright day, but the faces are sullen.
The wind changes direction every so often...
The mare of sorrow,
she drinks from the well...
Love, even when it lies still,
Leaves its fingerprint upon the soul...