In the midst of your lone mind,
find the soothing calm.
Outside rages the world unkind
full of fury and harm.

Feel the sun, feel the dew,
feel the loss of fall,
for the light left your eyes and flew,
riding the winds of a squall.

Past the streams, past the lakes,
past the promising vales,
the soul wanders and slakes
its deafening whispers and wails.

Inside the crevasse of your heart
the crimson embers...