no decadent with a crazy name on top of rocky hills he sets his gaze upon streaks of golden rays his humility he sits for days rejects all praise and with piles of stones and some pretty feathers a handful of sand now he can predict the weather and the faces all want to know the hunt will show when the moon is low stars they fall fall upon an unknown son waiting for the days he knows that just won t last his eyes are focused they set the schemes but let god make the trees everything else is undetermined should you take him away from here will you please bring him back cause the harvest will suffer his unfinished play the children become old so bored if he does not stay does not stay where was he from where did he go now the tortured lives takes himself by surprise found him on the cellar floor blood dripping from side stars they fall fall upon an unknown son waited for the days he knew that just wouldn t last his hands are folded in the shade he sleeps let god push the breeze everything else is undetermined as calm as the summer breeze he left with no apologies upon the hills through silhouettes the cavalry can see everything stars they fall fall beneath a burning sun lived through the days but how they ended so fast cloaked in silence died with the schemes they say god holds the keys everything else is well never know never confess to it the answers they all stay hidden no proof around untimely seems like a faded memory