These ways, I wonder where they lead,
As doubt scatters and takes seed...
Beauty is broken, love repulsed,
Fate looked on as man convulsed.
Ashes return and turn into tears,
Days lost in these few years;
The darkness spells impending doom,
As He weaves with his bloodstained loom.
Water be still, oceans be calm,
Fire hold me in your flaming palm,
Air take my soul from this land.
Earth - this body shall rest in your sand.
