beautiful sounds 
fire proving less than perfect men can be noble
 creatures coming home 
songs from a long winter 
searching for large quantities of the unknown 
i know my color is fading
scars glisten and remind
stories are told like truths
nothing could be better than that
fathers living to pass along their dreams
showing the way
glance across the meadow as the rain falls 
play your songs, dance with the moon
wish you well during shifting days