I lift up my head

to the scent of the air

the wind grows darker

it's heavy fingers in my hair



they'll be here soon

the rains are near

I can hear their voices

cold whispers in my ear



thought I stand frightened

my heart beats stronger

taking my place

I will cower no longer



a man stands before his mother

left him the world to conquer

this wasn't how it

was meant to be

standing alone he couldn't see

leaving his sorrow oh her bed

left the seed within his head



so much time has passed

so many season's changed

standing here before you

seems so strange



staring out into your eyes

staring past the painted skies

are you watching over him or me

and the seeds from within

helping him to believe

in all the dreams that I've

dreamed



though the sun shines brightly

he fails to feel it's warmth

strangled by faith

he grips the roses thorns

forever changing winds

he lifts his head from his hands

his face to the wind

it's heavy hands pushing him

forever changing winds

thieving in the breath

from his seams

and the dream that he dreamed