Far Away

Far Away The bones that often ache with age Carry their life's emotion, When softly blow the winds of change Into the sadness of our farewell, Yet we search alone through the valleys and hills For the light of a bright tomorrow While a man in some desolation sits As bygone was this beyond Souls of souls go not to souls For somewhere far away the memories fade, But in the quiet of evening we are content Though it is too dark, too cold tonight. Still shade us this redemption faint When darkness turns to day, Then the lies be held in places mad While truth is kept for sanity By M.Norton marklnorton@shaw.ca