across the clouds
the hills wait
as the road winds down
intently I feel the need
to be apart of it all
and without understanding
take nothing away from it
across the clouds
the hills wait
as the road winds down
intently I feel the need
to be apart of it all
and without understanding
take nothing away from it
wind blows
deep surrounding thoughts
when all is gone;
nothing left
how can this be true?
when you remain.