Here is the darkest place I know

You found in your eyes a home

And then you go

Come up here to my face

Into wars we race

Eat up the haste

I am poor for the lord

My age is lead and sore

Sit beneath my jaw

There! My prints in the snow

The wind and me alone

And then you go

And within it your embrace

Long given away the chase

Away flees grace

And then you go