Come ride old painted horses
Tell me stories of strangers
When thought lives in a silence
Fear breathes in the unknown
Flee from the shadows
Hide from the seasons
Carry me along the way and call my
Take my hand before you fly
Ever living is the question
Is this where I will stay?
Call my name before you fly
Ever longing for the answers
Fearing for failing to know where
My destiny lies
Climb down from all your highs
So you stand there among them
Bless all the candles that
See you by