I started the day by the tree where the sea was of nothing

I was closer to god in my dreams but still out of my head

When all of the leaves and the moments were in their way touching

A blanket of change and the listening for what will be said

When all that I knew was the wind and the faces before me

I spoke with the purpose and strength of a thousand young man

When the weight of the world and their wolves were out there to destroy me

I stood in the grass on the hill with my will to defend

This is the start of something

This is the end of who we were

The beginning of what we will be

This is the call to something,

This is a chance at something pure,

The only chance that we can see

When everything else disappears

We'll live out our live beyond years

Where's the forgiveness we said would be written all over

Where is the peace and the freedom we said would be ours

Have we been lost in a dead winter whispering clover

Can we get back to the truth in the bees and the flowers