it s dark and i m looking for a hand to make something from the land while the soul s ripe it s hard to sow on rocky face on steel and smokey shade is it good enough and the leaves die and the grounding is none and the black sky covers up the sun i ll wait for the light to come it s dark there nowhere left to go ten feet deep in snow and the fires out it s time that you came and rescued me i ve nowhere left to be when the fires out