Esperando

Sitting by the fire
I think about what I saw
In days that were
Written by me

In something more than pain and cobwebs
In autumns that were
The fog in the morning
The wind in my hair
A sea of pure silver

BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS
THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN
IN ALL THE FORESTS
THERE IS A DIFFERENT GREEN
I'M HERE, WAITING
TO HEAR MORE VOICES AT MY DOOR
IN ALL THE FORESTS
THERE IS A DIFFERENT GREEN

Sitting by the fire
I think about what will be
When winter comes
With no springs to behold

I would like to live legends from other eras
And I would like to still be unborn
To see a world that I will no longer know

I only long to hear steps that will not return
And knuckles that knock on my door once more
To wake up and not sleep, to be born and not die
And to know the truth
I only long to walk paths yet to be explored
And to fight with a thousand winters to reach the sun
And to live in tomorrow with knowledge from yesterday
There is so much to do...