Tundra

For the longest time
I have been walking
Where the rivers are dry
Climb to the mountain
Up in to the yawning
Where the cold's everlasting
Trying to climb home

Skygod sings
Over the vastness
Her fanged and ragged hills
Looking down upon my body
Upon the Tundra
It is cold
It's time to fly home

There's a place that if you find it
You can climb inside
And return to fields that grew in the summer
Can't you hear them all?