The Pilgrim

Curtain drawn at midnight year when dawn of evening past.
Silhouettes of soldier's fears paint shadows against the glass.
Twilight horseman take their drinks, proceed through mountain pass.
Where pilgrims of, a broken love, will find a home again.

A man plus land, grand master plan, you were looking through mirrors of math.
The poet looked her dead in the eye and said "man i don't understand"
And as his ballerina twirled into her world of class,
This pilgrim of, a broken love, will find a home again.

And as his ballerina twirled into her world of glass,
This pilgrim of, a broken love, will find a home again.