At home in the rust and rain
My land defaced, but still it feels the same
The air of our deeds that still linger
Our life is etched in stone and burning cinders
I flew across half the world
In hopes that we might let our way unfurl
My view of you trails as we ascend
The stars are shifting, seven rolls to ten
This path’s been tread before
An ache, both mine and yours
With the voice to speak the verse
A balance held in words
When you reach me here,
Where I’ve remained for years
The great blue, you will mend
For the riddles have an end
Can you hear me now?
My cries buried deep below
And yet I’m still the same
Even though I’ve lost my name
My stone set eyes roll back
The vines pull to find where it’s at
The key, they’ll never find
I’ll see the queen resign
When will the winds begin to calm?
Is the end to this within my palm?
When the world is still, we’ll know our place
This is all we’ve known underneath a divided sky
Living as aimless souls just to see the other side
All said, I somehow knew we’d end up here
Maybe the seed was planted in my dreams
And yet, their whispered words, I can’t forget
Their stare, from out of sight, has always been there
[What silently sleeps beyond the great blue?
One to guide the aimless back to the source. Exile.
The dye of shades that color the canvas
The life bringing stroke. A land in harmony
The road the precursors have paved
The road forged by vast winds. The Grand Stream
What memory resides in us all?
The home that beckons us from afar. A blue vale]
My hands won’t stop shaking as we break through to the other side
The long off call hears the answer to bridge the divide
Now bring forth a breath of life
To send us all back home and leave the Hourglass behind
The blue star leads us all the way home