I waited a long long while,
to ask the clouds of their long march in the sky.
Underneath the one tree hill,
I lay waiting, for a long long while,
for a vapor of mist to pour out all it knew.

Why, why do I come here?
why do I seek all that I hold so dear?
Knowing the fears that hold back the pages of tomorrow,
why do I keep pushing the waves underneath the storm?
why do I wait so long, for the days to turn a shade of my heart's delight?
why do I see the world turn on, as i lay on in paradise here?