The Old Ways

In the earth where I belong
The oak calls are getting strong
To taste dirt of serenity
Nor air nor light brings you to me
And so we strive to hear swan’s song
The winds have blown us to the unknown
The silence is unwelcoming
Doubt the wind and sail dry numbing
Oh moon I sing for you
A painting of seed
Sculpt the sound of your misery
Shining bright the light of unconscious
As we hide from the setting sun
Growing wide this breathing sea reminds me of how
The old ways form the unknown
Create waves that chant for morn
Become eve of Venus born
Welcome guilt of majesty
Decompose the symphony
And so we yeild by being born
The dirt I’ve wed to take my form
The silence is unwelcoming
Doubt the wind and sail dry numbing
Oh moon I sing for you
A painting of seed
Sculpt the sound of your misery
Shining bright the light of unconscious
As we hide from the setting sun
Growing wide this breathing sea reminds me of how
The old ways form the unknown
Shining bright the light of unconscious
As we hide from the setting sun
Growing wide this breathing sea reminds me of how
The old ways form the unknown
Form the unknown
Form the unknown
The old ways
The old ways