I'm sure I told this to all,

Beneath the grey-silver sky,

I knew what the cost would likely be,

Forsaking all for the path to be free,

But, to this day, I'm not sure why.

 

The midnight sighing wind swirls,

In the red-gold orichalcum world,

And of all the natural splendours here,

That someone could hold me most dear,

I feel deeply humbled, the least to say,

For the hand that fate left me to play.

 

I'm sure you knew them all,

Now vague traces of a shadowed past,

For all and what purpose,

Why the best and worst,

Can past lessons make true treasures last?

 

The midnight sighing wind swirls,

In the red-gold orichalcum world,

And of all the natural splendours here,

That someone could hold me most dear,

I feel deeply humbled, the least to say,

For the hand that fate left me to play.

 

I'm sure I told this to them all,

Beneath the grey-silver sky,

I knew what the cost would likely be,

Forsaking all for the path to be free,

But, to this day, I'm not sure why

 

The hand that fate left me to play.