We once would share the moon
And the shadows it would cast...

Winter winds howling
The morning air awakens...

Tonight our home feels different
It's not the fire that roars...

Sometimes destiny
won't need roads to find you when...

A thunderstorm wakes
Beneath cloudy skies...

Wilderness echoes
To instruments of nature...

The boy comes across as adventurous
As his father would push him from so young...

I search for a map when love becomes lost
As I'm confused which direction to take...

When walking the blues
always keep a level head...

I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...

Trust has to be earned
actions speak louder than words...

He sees it passing
But he cannot tell the time...