The Gathering

Slowly... Flying silent
Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me
Aging on the outside
With my youth in my empty hands
Lost all that I was living for, live no longer
Couldn't resist looking in her eyes
I saw myself, tears were falling
The seas in her eyes reflected my old age
Youth grows old, like winter follows spring
Faster... Falling kingdom
Dancers on winter winds, they dance... for me
Nature's ways