Get back to the center Where it all began The struggles of a burdened man Who clung to violence And transgressed Against the few who stayed The few that remained The few he didn't abandon Or push away as he left his home In search of fool's gold. He went west but longed for the east And he waged wars but he longed For the peace that never made Its way to ease his troubled heart
I hope they all can see through The changing of the seasons We all blossom in spring And wither in winter
When the fall strips you Of all your color What will you say as the cold Eats its way through your bones? When the ice covers you completely Completely drained of all hope
As God as my witness I will survive To see the sun again And, wait for its light To bring its life back to my limbs
I pray they all, see through the barren trees And the lifeless shapes that once were forests Once the life returns to their eyes
