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

Through the purple meadows,
Along the yellow pines...

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

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

Explosive emotions for the light that I see,
sparks that deep kindled flame stored deep within...

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

Close my eyes with steady hands,
while my soul's windswept in timely sands...

Without much experience behind my name,
the days that go by seem often the same...

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

Still no notice of hate,
No sign of mistrust...

The redwoods but tower,
as terrible fear...

I've come this far,
Only to find...