On the Wind
Ancestors
And to the end let's think ahead
All we wanted wasted
I've seen their faces all bloodied, but their eyes still shine with the fury of hatred
Evergreen faith has finally dried
Ready to burn
In the dream it feels so good
Now we know it's over
Through all the broken thoughts, you can see it on the edge, once forgotten
Now half remembered, half dead, sullen
Staring back on an unfamiliar path
Faint scent of home on the wind