In an empty meadow
there is a place high on the mountains
where my dreams lay untouched…
and like you, I have fallen-
though I have risen up again…

I have had my clouds of doubt
though I have found-no reasons
for emptiness. Heavy, burdensome tracks
are left amongst the cliffs
while I hang from the arms of truth

I have large thistles in my shoes
and they hurt me once again
though my dark shadows are felt
by bystanders like yourself
and I forget sometimes, who is to blame

Joyfully, I find myself
Once again. My arms are tired
My mind is cold, but forgiving
I ride once again with the wind
Giving myself a second chance…