I shall tread the sodden ground of the moor
Deliberately leaving traces in the mud
That will lead the way to someplace pure
It will change our skin, eradicate our blood
The falling leaves shall become a veil
Alike the haze concealing morning dew
They will mask the bruises of which we cannot heal
A hurt, a pain we crave to undue
Secrets are buried for a moment to survive
For truth wants to be freed, a lie cease to exist
You detain someone's breath to keep it alive
It harms, it is mean, it is a dreadful disease
But in the midst of nature, of colors clear
All that was broken appears possible to mend
And when the rain emerges as a tear
You are not alone, you have a friend