The Search For Terrestrial Life

A long time ago I was inspired

And now I wonder has it all expired?

Past redeeming, numb of feeling

Where is any shred of meaning?

I don't know why

Now it seems like something's missing

Years flow the story goes

Narration brings the image closer

I know, I'm repeating all the same mistakes

I am the arm that's bleeding

I am the storm that's forming

I am the rope that's coiling

Reaching for the waiting hand

So here I am calling, calling, calling

For a face in the crowd to shepherd me out

Lead me down the road

I was praying

Someone would find my hideaway

Yes it's a long climb through rocky crags

To my jagged brain

Days of waiting, waiting, waiting

For a sliver of sound, cascade and rebound

Bring me down

I see victory

Right in your grasp if you want it to be

Always it was lurking

Never very far for your heart to see

This day it is your day, breaking like a wave

In the waters free, taking control

If you'd only agree, coming very close

It's coming, are you ready?

One day the story will unwind

You will move past and leave the rest behind

Now it's retreating

It is clearing from your mind

Though you can still feel it pulling

You're aligned, there's no returning

You are on the way down and down

Reach the ground

Icy wastes recede, permafrost gone

Spring intervenes. Always it was waiting

Flung like a leaf down to nourish the tree

Far underground where the roots are deep

Always around, and watching, watching me