so it is the dark sidewalk
we have just minute dreams
in between something
you are waitin' for the snow
those that use us can't matter now
we are only who we are
whispers that listen
the fire isn't important
come warm yourself
dreams of everyone
it matters not inside
the waking realization
so it is that we wonder
broken is the escapade
mounting onto hearts
breaking into souls
our father speaks
we wait and listen
