Though I've called your name a thousand times My words are blown back into my face The wind makes my skin harder still
[The clouds race by over-head] And I fight to remain standing, The signs of endless journeys Show in my weakened stance I wish for the ground to open I have been around the world and back
I have re-lived every memory, Re-dreamt every dream and felt every touch [again]
Still the clouds will race, The wind will cut and soon I shall fall
The dust will form a mound that shall be my tomb Never to be whetted by the tears of mourning [Because I was lost long ago In a colder world and lost you forever]
Still the clouds will race, The wind will cut and soon I shall fall
[I believe that each man craves The soul rejuvenation that, for centuries, Authors and poets of the world have immortalised Through the written and spoken word I believe that each man wishes to harness The power of the burning sun And rejuvenate the soul that, For many of us, lies dead I too have travelled these paths And found that most lead only to a bare world]