Reckless we sing
against the ever lasting ring
of memories so long endured
that all the roads that we have toured
lie barren now
before our fading eyes.

In seeing further than we went
in seeking losses of time spent
whilst kneeling on our bloodred floors
listening to ghosts of cold closed doors
we hum in awe
of providence and doubt.

In searching for the righting of the wrong
we in ourselves create a song
a song of tales that yet untold
might carry us as we grow old
unfolding in
our ever changing intertwining skies.