Steppe

So long as the wind still blows
I hide in the solace of your wake
In this barren land I’ll follow you
Take every fall for you
In the darkest night, you were born to fight
So set tonight a place
You fall to your feet
And I will take the heat
And you face the fight
You race to the front
And you take a bow
Face off with the world beneath your feet
Take time to be one with god
Tripping on the words I said too much
Turn back your gone
Full embrace the wicked places
I forget the bitter taste
In frozen ice that made you cold
You race too far
A brand new scar