Worn out past Stay lost Second hand light Shines off of red leaves Passed down alps Leading the Sun astray A sleeping spark Explodes And reminds me of everything Of days seen Of pain had In constant flow Rearranging lights Guiding Glass colonnade Next to eternal Why not break To contemplate the ruins A newfound arch Takes form And reminds me of everything Of days seen Of pain had In constant flow (In constant flow) A birch Right by the grave Growing See through its eyes The far and the near Speak through its mind The sound of hope In emptiness Roaring You will discern The new Moon hiding