AgesandAges Follow

Met on the face of an obscure hillside,
Covered in clouds shaped like a tomb
Stuck in the ground.
Plenty to do, nobody around.

I was employed, she was a risk-taker.
Far from afraid, quiet and kind, easily swayed.
Secrets were kept and promises made.

But oh, how often they called out to remind us
Our ways had no place in it all...

And I was easier then, back when it all started.
Able to wait, still in the end, was hard to defend
A place where they're so unwilling to bend.
And praise came to those who did as they were told.
But whoa, whoa to those who went astray.
And clear, clear was the line, the line not to cross,
The rules to abide.
But deep, deep was the urge to leave it behind...

And oh how we covered our tracks, ever the low profile.
Counting the cracks, wading the days, subtle the flame
Lighting our path again and again.

But oh, how often they called out to remind us
Our ways had no place in it all...

But lately lately I've been one for up and leaving leaving,
See no reason we should change to suit their old ways
Don't you think?