DARK ALLEYWAYS OF MY MIND
WILL BE OVERGROWN WITH TIME
BARBED WIRE FENCES HOLD ME IN
THESE SIGNATURED WALLS OF STONE
THERE SHE STANDS
SPIRIT ON THE HORIZON
SEARCHING ACROSS THE LAND
A MISTY PATH THROUGH DEAD TREES
ENcROACHING DARKNESS HOLDING ME
BLINDLY STUMBLE FOREVER ON
FOLLOWING HER LONELY SONG
THERE SHE STANDS
SPIRIT ON THE HORIZON
CALLING ACROSS THE LAND
PILES OF RUBBLE WHERE WALLS ONCE STOOD
SMOULDERING SKELETONS ALL THAT'S LEFT OF THESE WOODS LIKE A CURSE LIFTED, THE EMPTY DREAMS GONE
AN ENDLESS COLOURSCAPE IN THE LIGHT OF THIS NEW DAWN
THERE SHE STANDS
SPIRIT ON THE HORIZON
TAKING ME BY THE HAND
