Past the rocky mountain side
Through old eyes
Your heart is old and your age is young
Foggy
Destiny unclear
To where the birds don't speak
The sun tries to shine on you
But there's a haze
You have nothing
Just the best
Still stained
Confused hurt and torn
Two birds on a distant tree branch brig
Silence
Awkward silence
You're alone
Your destiny is in your hands, yours only
Drained
You move on
With confidence . . .
