I wish to turn around and return,
but this calling is strong, is strong.
And…, and…,
denial is impossible.
No measure of weight can justify
what now presses into my chest.

(To the road)
Your freedom is awesome,
(To the road)
but does it compare to
the sweet embrace of my love.
Our convictions are engraved,
our convictions are engraved.
Our convictions
are engraved by our words.
convictions engraved by her,
marvelous hands.

My ears are upon the brink of detonation,
and the mud amongst the passage
of my throat is drying to permanence
harvest the crop of…

Memories what's true,
I offer thanks.
I've found what's pure
and I've found what's sweet.
We are not barren,
we are not barren.