These days are a changing,
Swept with night that are fading...

Heartbreak and loneliness are feelings,
Deep in the archive of my soul...

Divinity of an unborn son,
The condemning of a fable...

When the barley falls behind the horizon,
And the dusk blushes through the air...

Let the frogs leap,
Let the song birds sings...

Push all the bearings aside,
Tremble at the footsteps than will appear...

Silver skies slice deep borrowing through,
An aperture of tinted darkness and gloom...