narrow path through hallowed grounds
silent walk among the clouds
pile of stones hidden in the pine
Only seen through dead man’s eyes…

Autumn leaves turn brandy wine
Fall and dance in the wind outside
shadow wanders though the fog
Searching for the light it lost

I’m not afraid
Because I’m not alone
She’s waiting there
To carry me home

lifetime written in his weathered red face
Every triumph, every fall from grace
Another [bad word] and gone
It won’t be long…

I’m not afraid
Because I’m not alone
She’s waiting there
To carry me home

 [bad word] home,
 [bad word] home!