Autumn blew the ashes far and wide

Lent her moving hand, a patient guide

Shed the shield, carve the path that leads inside

Looking for a moon to stabilize

Am I free to change or calcified?

Cut the thorns, there's no need, see what's seen

No that's not a voice of mine

Foreign spirit wrapped in vines

Need the tongue and limb aligned

There’s better marks to leave behind

Don't sink with the stones or get stuck in the orbit

Take all that you've known, shepherd towards the sunset

Open up the door and let the weather roll through

Ear down to the floor

There’s something - let me show you