Leconfield

The dusty road beneath our feet,

Under broken clouds you and me,

This freedom feeling.

Wind brings with it hope for change,

No one speaks what they dare not say,

And my heart is bleeding.

Laughter echoes like a song,

Bouncing back from mountain tops.

Beauty in mystery.

Each joyful sound arising hides,

The painful truth that it is time.

For me to be leaving.

Though the days are long they always end,

After rain has come we’re left longing again.

My friend you’re a priceless gift to me,

But time is cursed when it draws me,

To the time when I must leave.

And the journey begins again.

Every scrape and bruise,

A story to tell,

They remind us of the life we lived so well.

Running downhill,

Don’t look back,

You'll be reminded of the countless things you lack.

Do the stars look brighter out here to you,

Unhidden by the city lights so few?

Nice to find a place where I can breathe,

Nice to find someone who loves me,

Just for me.

Though the days are long they always end,

After rain has come we’re left longing again.

My friend you’re a priceless gift to me,

But time is cursed when it draws me,

To the time I must leave.

And the journey begins again.