Down Where We Belong -

I see the way through the eyes of a winters night

There lies a path where the old trees sway

Through the eyes of winter

Here a solemn stillness holds in the deepening snow

I tread the earth where I must go

Down into the hollows, down where we belong

The ground comes alive — it opens up and through I follow

Down.

I saw the way through the eyes of a winters night

Follow the dreams to the dark to see where the lost be found

Drawn to their silent breath through a hole of decay

There lay a path, a path where the old trees sway

I trod the earth

I am the dweller on the threshold

Taking flight to return — return upon the world

Though I saw no sun

Glad did I live under the wide and misty sky

Securing my belief in the afterlife

Float into the depths, pulled to the core

I swore the ground alive

Through the roots of life ride the tides

Ride the tides!

Down into the hollows, down where we belong

The silence of the fallen glows in the afterlife

The ground comes alive — it opens up and through I follow

Down.

Down where I belong

All is deceased, the spinning leaf will become another