Knows for what is lied

Gives for what is taken

Is it you I have come to see?

Take a look at these weary eyes

Take a smell of these tattered rags

If you have not answers here

Where in this hallway?

This place where the candlelight is strong

But the light is weak

And the air is still

And the echoes strong

And still for whatever mountains remained to climb

For whatever cabins to be raided in

For whatever beasts to continue to hide from

Couldn’t you provide any lament?

Up against the waterfall was hard enough

Smashed against the trees for knowing their pleas

Couped up in the fire to keep my nose from the cold

Lying in the fields looking for the stars

Is it this far I know you’ve come?

A grain of sand in the void of my body

A little light in times of darkness

Has it grown so dark after all in your eyes?

Herer in the infinite net of the mind

Could it have been all along?