The Harvest

the harvest - wolves at the gate the valley is wide and the canyons are deep for a harvest is ready of that which to reap many before grabbed a sickle to shear but their days have past and your time is near so listen to me and heed my words see the w

In this time of despair When the lack of hope reigns my silence All I can do is look ahead And wait I keep my seeds close to my heart For it's the only thing now I have All my hopes rest in those seeds Which in time will grow into trees As I harvest