Lyrics

An era’s journey passed, torn
me from other outcasts, to
Walk the fringe, as
sunsets tinge with woe, oh,
How far must I go?

In the rustling eaves and the
Sullen trees, the
Relics of what’s long gone,
I see your face,
Can’t leave a trace

The closer that I come,
I suffer wounds, hope for some,
The running years fly with my tears, oh,
True, I’ll always think of you
Please, heed my tune

Oh, I swear it doesn’t matter
Distractions of desire, when
Tales and myth inquire,
Entomb me in sacred time
I swear it doesn’t matter,
Her future hangs, I’d rather
Make the final pact and
Merge with sweet, lilting rhyme

When I find the Core,
This timeline never more,
Asunder,
Wonder,
Warn her,
Reclaimed, we’ll tame,
Won my fame, o’er
allure