nomads

here in this dark forest hidden beneath the trees too weak to endure; I wander. little do I know where I am going nothing to guide me through o my heart if only I knew the heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead let us rest let us scatter their ashes away for a while, till the shadows are grey in the west but soon, we must rise my heart we must wander again into the war of the world and the strife of the throng let us rise gather the dreams that remain ; conquer the sorrow of life with the sorrow of mind