The time is coming soon when all the things that shine will dim to a point and the sun is going down the cream is not so sweet today. A time is coming where the birds will not sing a familiar song But one so foreign that it will be filtered by your ears. The water is getting colder. The time is come when you will leave your home and never return, when the clouds become your compass, always walking further toward that darkened part of sky And you walk alone up to that mountain, my boy. >