here i sit
I sit here wondering when will it end
Whose hand will it be
What way does she come to lend
Will I be free
of these feelings i cannot comprehend
Days fall, nights pass, suns rise
To whom do i owe
the insight some would call wise
A rough wind blows
and comfort comes when it dies
On the mountaintop i am at last
Quiet crawls along
I lay down my head, heavy with past
deeds done wrong
Lights flash, dying, she has come too fast
