Loved To Death
oh elder tree's, you voices are heard against the winds
Speaking to me, the rush of silent dreams
Lead me with your brush of gentle leaves
Guide me to a place of shining beams
reflecting against the river's bend
under the waterfalls of love and death
Into the depth's of graven pose
I am among them all alone
Where their tomb's are broken stones
Where they laid thier shattered bones
Ohh it's beautiful...how they laid to rest
Ohh it's peaceful...ohh they are blessed
Ohh it's magical...you might as well have guessed
Here I am waiting....
There I am knowing....
that I am loved to death...