Winter Roads

Dug with hunter spades Open through these pores Silent winter rain Unheard roars Polar eyes return Locked inside this mind Remnants of the throne Deep decline Here I walk, here I ride Desert grounds, open skies Set the spark, fire light May this be my guide Curl with smoke and ash Blistered over wounds Afraid to bear thoughts Of the roots Hardened to a brick Ice reforms in glass Temples running hot Beating fast Here I walk, here I ride Desert grounds, open skies Set the spark, fire light May this be my guide Be my guide On this axis time declares Cutting through the aging air No repair Shining stars to clear the night It's up to me to take this flight I will walk, I will ride Through the deserts that we call These winter roads (winter roads) Fire up your pretty flames May this little light be the guide To take me home Take me home