#midwynter

Where there is light there is a chance left, Through this land we have lost our way, The darkness in the east is spreading, Fields and homes all burned to grey,

I’m afraid for the dark, let my life be the spark,

I am a warrior for my namesake, There is no one I call my friend, The roads lead me ever onwards, Flow like rivers I'll cross in the end,

I look down on white water suffering, Chosen I stand above, to care for the frail, But my wings are tainted,  after being dragged through the rain,

Fade away my friend, Gone is the innocence of youth,  Is truly nothing sacred to you.  Tell me the truth.

Chasing through the woods, Is but never should, We chased them all away, Lost in treetops high, Staring at the sky, Crying we are truly free,

Take the hope, my love, Shade them from the enemy, Show old souls the way, And give meaning to the mystery,

There is a path, A way I know is true, I must continue on, Though I’ll be bleeding before it is through,

I reach out in the dark, Though I know there is no one to touch, Can you make the choice, Before the need gets too much,

Take the hope, my love, Shade them from the enemy, Show old souls the way, And give meaning to the mystery,

You choose glory, my friend, But darkness rules the walled city, Don’t set the prisoner free, But let your own freedom be,

Changes have come, Too soon for most to ignore, We all lose time, Recalling how it was before,

Lines are drawn, In the stones I have thrown, Lost to the winds, They grow weary of being alone,

Take the hope, my love, Shade them from the enemy, Show old souls the way, And give meaning to the mystery,

On the day I was born they were told to remember,

This child will bring the fire and make nations surrender,

The wise women told my mother,

He is Stormborn and there is no other,

There was a cold wind over the moor,

With torches burning they found what they were looking for,

A figure of peace, a cross of forgiveness,

To banish doubt and welcome selfishness,   

Bring forth the lightning,

Let the rain pour down on me,

Let them know that I am here,

A child of the storm come to set you all free,

I have faith in the good in you she says with a smile,

You can see the belief in her eyes, she almost believes it herself,

Call's to the sky like the is someone to hear her, 

But she leaves a wake of lost hearts of anyone near her, 

Darkness follows me like a cloak of sin,

But you ask me find the truth in him?

Change your ways, your forgiveness is a lie,

I can see the doubt grow like a blight in your eyes, 

Bring forth the lightning,

Let the rain pour down on me,

Let them know that I am here,

A child of the storm come to set you all free,

I challenge your lord, let him show himself today,

Lightning shows the truth and burns all else away,

Bring forth the lightning,

Let the rain pour down on me,

Let them know that I am here,

A child of the storm come to set you all free,

He is stormborn and there is no other,

Colours are my doorway,

As I am leaving this town,

The 5 o’clock planes waitin’

And the snow is falling down,

I see my breath rising, 

as a dove to the sky,

I shiver in the warmth of memories,

If I tell you I won't miss you,

It would be a lie,  

There isn't a night when I don't hear her words,

I run, now the winter is here, 

Stark in the crowded utopia,

The friends I’ve made will remain.

Send them back to their homelands,

but our lives will never be the same,

I’ve touched the shyness of a lover unchained,

I’ve watched how the whispers can flow down the drain,

I’ve seen how your heart breaks with a look from their eye,

I’ve heard herd softest footsteps of of love pass me by,

There isn't a night when I don't hear her words,

I run, now the winter is here, 

I wish I had flown south with the birds,

I fly for a while,

to where I am shown

To the southern reaches of my home,

Where I have been,

There can be no return,

But the choices I made,

Have taught me to learn,

  All my friends are far away,

Scattered amongst the world,

Like seeds to the wind 

Follow me down,

Past barley and hay,

Past hidden lovers,

All fades away,

Do you remember,

In the days long ago,

When the Kingfishers dives,

Showed the truth in your soul,

Caught on the wind,

My feathers may fly.

But forever I lead the light from the sky,

Autumnal sun lays the wheat fields low,

As I sit on a branch by the rivers flow,

The chosen have come to wash sins away,

dressed in white and grateful to pay,

Darkness falls as the moon shines down,

There stands a girl in a silken gown,

Her tears are real,

and water flows on,

from a choiceless love,

he has given her none,

Albion’s calls are written in stone,

From across the sea I dream alone,

I miss the rivers and fields of gold,

I dream in a land of eternal cold,  

All my friends are far away,

Scattered amongst the world,

Like seeds to the wind 

This is my life now,

Dreaming on wing,

All I can write,

And all I can sing,

Do you remember,

In the days long ago,

When the Kingfishers dives,

Showed the truth in your soul,

Caught on the wind,

My feathers may fly.

I can wait outside forever,

I may wonder why I came,

On the fringes of the world,

I'm the one who takes the blame,

Fading in the darkness,

Throw my candle to the rain,

Sometimes the night goes on forever,

But the dawn comes just the same, 

  Why don't you believe me,

When I say "you're all I need",

Chances are you won't believe me,

Seems I must be leaving,

Save me from the frozen heart,

Wo oh oho oh

Can you hear the wind at your door,

I am here again ,

Left to be the white wolf's friend,  

I know life is always true,

But I don't want to waste away,

I am a dreamer always dreaming,

To where I can escape,

Slowly I will remember,

Of the nights I do regret,

Given love by many strangers,

Who again are never met,

When will I be free,

When you tell me "you're all I need",

Chances are you won't believe me,

Seems I must be leaving,

Save me from the frozen heart,

Wo oh oho oh

Can you hear the wind at your door,

I am here again ,

The year is 1807,

My name is captain James Wallis,

After october the 21st 1805,

I gave chase to one of the surviving ships in the battle,

We reach our journeys end in the ends of the earth, 

Seeking out glory and the odyssey,   

Where is my chance?

With the wind on my shoulder blowing,

I go where the passage leads 

Falling waves in the damp light showing,

Midshipmen cries do you have a bearing,

As the boom catches him on the head,

The foremast is broken in two,

But we must continue true in our stead,

We are the brave,

Highest is our dedication,

Reason to fight,  

King george and home's salvation,

Where are our sails?

Forever we will be free,

Make our oath never broken,

To catch the burning Odyssey,

Faced with the twilight, 

As the lamps go out one by one,

Dowsing our hopes of tomorrow,

With the fading of the sun,

But cries of huzzah are heard,

As an escutcheon comes to being,

Hark is called from the gangway,

It's the Convertine and the french are fleeing,     

We are the brave,

Highest is our dedication,

Reason to fight,  

King George and home's salvation,

Where are our sails?

Forever we are free,

Make our oath,

To catch the burning Odyssey,

We are the brave,

Highest is our dedication,

We're homeward bound,  

To King George and home's salvation

I hear the calls ?

Forever we will remember,

She lies burning,

the burning of the Odyssey,

Ships log 22nd december 1809,

The French ship "The Odyssey" is but a dilapidated carcass,

Many were lost that will not return to the green shores of home,

All there is,

Lies in front of me,

Calling to my very soul,

Scream to the wind, 

Can you hear me,

Childless as the enemy,

That stole my home,

She stands on a mountain,

With her hands bound to her dreams,

And cries to the sky,

My heart has forsaken me,

Snow topped stones of memory,

So let my spirit fly,

Chance comes in many ways,

To see it is to lose sight of all else,

Something to believe is all I need,

Yet the heavy cross nor the olive branch hold no pleasure or release,

Calls echo through the valley,

Find the dark ones, let them bleed,

As torches burn bright,

Salem have mercy,

We are free, but caught again in misery,

And let my spirit guide,

Chosen we have been,

To set example to our progeny,

As the woods are set alight,

But laughter comes from the earth,

As new life shows its worth,