The sadness of the moss holding its pain
Illusions of people holding the rain
Misting over life in this morning
Blood trembling in fear in this days glory

Pen has run dry voice long ago gone horse
Let the experience of life run its course
Walking in your shoes for more than just a mile
Relate to the birds and bees for just a while

Where is my mind, where is my kindness falling?
Which way to turn, which way to follow the burning inside?

I am the eye of the hurricane’s center watching the storms of life’s dance
to enter
Clock hands roll around in this empty brain thoughts tick and strike the
hour now sounds again

Where is my mind, where is my kindness falling?
Which way to turn, which way to follow the burning inside?

Who am I? Who are you?
Who are we? Why aren’t we free?

And the suns coming up for me again
And the tides coming up for me again
And the spirit of you and me is up again

Once again, once began
Once again, once the end
Once again I find myself, once again