This is not how it's supposed to be.
My spark of light so dim. Unseen.
Negativity just floats adrift and no
you never know when it may cross your ship.
Emptiness has drawn on this tree.
The bark has left the inside unseen.
And with a blow the spark stops its glow
and then nothing comes out of the seed that has
grown.
Sick, my body's gone sick.
Too much fog on the shore
where the light glowed before.
Getting wet by the drip, now the wick's caught in the
mist.
Glowing it used to be, glowing it used to be.
Covered with brown green leaves,
but a cold wind blow that kept its glow from shining,
frozen soul, leafless watch these leaves drop.
Down, turned around like a fish out of reach
from the water on the beach.
While the cats lick their paws with these
as they wait for the feast.
When the mist's adrift, the ship will pass.
The sunrise, above the clouds, before the grass.
When the mist's adrift, the ship will pass.
The sun will rise again and clear the path.
If there was sap left in this tree,
it would reach to every leaf,
and its breathing would start
all the lights that had died out in the dark.
But it's too cold to breathe,
there's no more dreams of real life, I see,
unseen. It feels real strange to me, no more leaves.
Only this mist I see
holding me, surrounding me,
soaking up the sap that feeds, revitalizes me.
No more heat to give the seeds,
there's only mist between our reach but still too cold
to feel at ease,
need its rays to come and touch me.
Well this is what I love, then why's it killing me?
How did it come to this
or have I gone to that?
This leafless soul has left me without a branch.
And with the light so dim
disguising everything.
Just wish this mist
would rise up and clear away.
So that my seeds that fell along the way, along the
way,
could spark the light that blew away 'n' blew away 'n'
blew away 'n' blew.
My soul will thaw and to me do so.
The branch will leak, some light should show.
Although this mist is thick and lasts,
there's hope that light will clear the path.