inside the doorway of the traveling sky,
there is quiet peace in this world.
although there is a lonely wagon filled with ashes
it wonders past sea and mountain, and through the valleys.
when it gets dark and black.
without sight, does it wonder
and cannot find peace.
the children that knew, are crying,
while their parents lay in bed dying.
and so the only mother of them all
went to her autumn grave,
and soon the peaceful snow gathered.
the wagon wonders,
with it’s ashes.
In the dark it wonders.
but in dreams, the children are free
where burdens do not exist.
where suffering has no season.
sad world, sad people.
God has been abandoned,
in a hidden place,
the wagon of ashes has stopped,
far away beneath the treeless moon.
the stars are freezing in the bitter cold.
the children that knew are crying,
while their parents were dying,
in the realm of this sad, sad world.