From a distant mountain
looking down upon the past,
I witnessed the great tornadoes
that haunted me so vast.
Within this recognition,
I set my camp and fire;
rustling feathers, I gathered twigs,
and set them on my pyre.
And on that very evening,
asleep amongst the stars,
I dreamt of those tornadoes
which enclosed me in these bars.
When I awoke, I knew it true,
these tears could never heal,
my memories so deep and sweeping
would forever color blue.
