It is a view of truth and love held broken and abused over the cold hearted land.
Lyrics
Wise men say, "Faith is folly."
I say, "faith is calling for me."
I hear my heart beat thumping.
I see the tempest coming.
I see the broken man held above the stone cold land.
Through wind and flame and cleansing rain
I am changed, I am not the same.
In twighlight fields of alabaster flowers
I reflect through the midnight hours.
Nature whispers silent implications.
The material world is to be forsaken.
