No longer is the darkest fate
No longer
Is the loose and banging gate
That shook and broke with every slam
Is now a still and steady hand
Crouching low in the whispering sand
This is where we heard
No longer is the darkest fate
No longer
Is the loose and banging gate
That shook and broke with every slam
Is now a still and steady hand
Crouching low in the whispering sand
Where time is still and nature's pure
It’s hollered from there
A beautiful word
Rings from high snowcaps
To the white silk desert
To the far decrepit future
This is where we heard