Stay, where, there is no glimmer on my face,
It's quiet and you could build a sanctuary,
A cloud fighting rays for your escape.
Lakes,
Wake, up to a dream wide-eyed,
Roses will bear thorns, you'll know
For you too adorned sunset scenes.
Holy herds of grace race against my voice,
As I see lustre behind their silhouettes,
Towards the land behind me,
Seemed to be heaven,
None the time.
Stay, sway, from every road our fathers built,
Build a way, and I'll light its vigil lamps,
And you'll walk alone,
And you'll hide in your refuge,
And you'll call it home,
And you'll have a lesser world to lie to.
