The sun bleeds out across the jagged ridge My feet give way at the edge of the bridge A barren trunk, a slab of silent stone I fall into the dirt, entirely alone…. My tears fall quiet in the cracked black clay Washing out the poison of another day The dry wood drinks the sorrow from my eyes Wrapping thick roots around me as I rest It absorbs the ache, it takes the heavy pain Feeding on my grief like a long-lost rain Anchored to the earth, my spirit finds its place Shielded from the void in a cold embrace My eyelids grow heavy, my breathing slows down Safe within the roots on this sacred ground I close my eyes to the dust and the pain Leaving the weight of the hopeless endless rain Above the dark world, a mountain takes shape Bathed in golden sun, A silent escape Where the rivers run clear and the shadows all fade In the valley of green where no debts were made Neverfall... take me inside Where the weary can rest and the broken can hide Neverfall... peak in the clouds Far from the wasteland, far from the crowds It’s only a dream The mountain recedes... The dream stays alive... Resting my head... Deep in my soul, the truth starts to bleed... The fear of being lost forever... And beneath the bark, the stone begins to breathe….
