Endless November -

If you had been to those places

And seen all the things I have seen

Then would you still dream of perfection?

And what kind of life it would mean?

I have returned to the living

From the land of the lost

But I can still feel the same longing

I felt when I travelled that land

Rain falls on me

Making me feel like I’m alive

Endless rivers

Their streams are still drowning my eyes

Did you have to surrender to our sorrow?

Did you have to abandon our way?

Pressures are revealing secrets of the soul

And only the humble remain

Like a leaf that has lost all direction

Cast aside by the cold Autumn wind

I stare at the endless horizon

And try to forget where I have been

Too proud to beg your forgiveness

I still whisper your name

Too late to admit I’m still sinking

I measure the cost of my shame