i beg of the raven winter, bring us comfort in the night
the moons glow so heavy, waning from our sight
desert spring this time of year
april showers rain dreams alleviate my pain
as my thoughts disappear reflecting on a world less then clear
what strange irony has landed me here
i question to myself almost every hour of each day
which inevitably slips away
without answer but only clues
which have no instruction of use
albeit all in my head
no one that follows is led
each choice is our own
even though the way may be shown
its up to us to step forward
or to digress or be progressive explorers
life is a whirlwind of change
all the while everything stays basically the same
the moons glow so heavy, waning from our sight
desert spring this time of year
april showers rain dreams alleviate my pain
as my thoughts disappear reflecting on a world less then clear
what strange irony has landed me here
i question to myself almost every hour of each day
which inevitably slips away
without answer but only clues
which have no instruction of use
albeit all in my head
no one that follows is led
each choice is our own
even though the way may be shown
its up to us to step forward
or to digress or be progressive explorers
life is a whirlwind of change
all the while everything stays basically the same