Soaring

over the hill and through

the depths of the valley

the mountains are calling

what is left for me to grieve

disappear into the trees

in my hair falling leaves

wheels turning like

the hands on a clock

the crops are almost gone

leave the rest alone

don't bother a thing

let it snow let it rain

what is living without pain

what is pain without 

the hurting of living

everyone suffers loss

everyone stops to pause

think for a minute then go

everyone living has to fall

on the hard proof

searching to find the clues

cutting through the right wire

to defuse the blast of the past

fast before the burning crash

unmasking the naked truth

through the dark gray smoke

that brings water to the eyes

pointing fingers at the blame

shooting arrows into the sky

only an eagle can testify

that it's never too late to fly