Sitting alone she waits for dawn,
a time to give her hope...

As if on lonely horse I ride,
Throughout life's heavy weighted stride...

You'd think you always knew me,
From the look that's in your eyes...

Sitting in a clearing
lighted, free from pain...

As the sun goes down so does my heart,
I've made pulling down spirits into an art...

Haunted by the passion,
that falls under your name...

Searching for the message,
within my tear stained hands...