Hand reached down from heaven
No more screaming in my head
No pain, am I better? Or am I finally dead
Moon misted in the sky
Blue light on the snow
Wind blowing hard across the field, it’s got somewhere to go
Spend all my time waiting for that weight to fall
Time is running faster, tick tock it’s racing on
Measured out in bits and pieces, is this really all?
Soon the wind will blow again
For someone else, not me
I’ll be dead and buried, a faded memory.