I've been on this mountain top for some time
I feel like I'm losing my mind
My breath is so dry
For forty days and forty something nights
Swimming by the crimson tide is not right
Lose your faith and rid the place of unholy plight
Every second has flown right by
In the cusp of the ever-changing night
The Earth will not succumb to a thorn in its side
The flowers grow as I feel my demise
The dust of our bones fly passed the sunrise
The Ancient Tree belongs to every being
Its ancestry has birthed our every meaning
The Ancient Tree belongs to you and me
And every being in this galaxy
As the cosmos flow to its epicenter
And we end our conscious quest
The dreams of all
Are relinquished
To the rest