FALLEN CLOUDS
The stories told beside a campfire so many years ago
Still echo through the canyons melt the newly fallen snow
The legend of great heroes now rest upon the stars
Along the craters of the moon lay dark and blemished scars
There's no one here to judge the living
Or sort through the dead
No one here to dictate terms
Nor record what was said
The laws of these lands has not been etched in stone
The king who holds the scepter can still be overthrown
Hanging clouds drift above after the battle in the sky
Fallen soldiers through love and war each one picking sides
So many wandering souls
Set adrift way up high
Listen through the canyons
We hear another deep sad sigh
You can never see their face
They can never find their place
When lightning strikes
The fire runs wild
Falling raindrops through the sky…
Fallen clouds…
Fallen