Visiting through fog hidden mountains,
Walking through unknown paths,
Watching smoky sunrises,
And fire painted sunsets.
My vision clear,
Wandering through the ages of time,
Feeling the place, feeling the person,
Feeling the history.
I will be your window,
Your glass sphere,
With visions of beauty,
And lyrics that linger in the mind.
Never sure,
Always doubtful,
Laying my soul out there,
For you to explore.