Winter Fell

Waiting for my own fault
I doubt the long road
There’s a place I must go to
Won’t I wander alone
Into the trail of the wind
Across a foreign soil
Tired and colder
I long to return
I’m not my own self
A new life
She treads behind me
A white dream
Running from the shadows
Running home
They’re fast behind me
A breath each night
Where are you now
A long continent to go
A vision of forests
I speak the words… of wisdom